The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Caspian immediately understood when he looked down at the hornet’s nest-like ground.

Magical power unleashed by the Devil Prince was capable of corroding the earth.

Not only did it corrode to both sides, but it also corroded to the place near the surface when it went up. If it lasted longer, the ground covered by the rock would not be like a hornet’s nest at this moment.

Instead, it would directly become an empty pit leading to the ground.

Now that he had flown out of the ground, Caspian did not intend to go back.

“Don’t… Leave…” Just as he was about to direct his spirit boat back, Caspian suddenly heard the one behind the Gates of Hell had spoke.

“Why?”

“That fellow… Is about to disappear…”

Caspian immediately looked into sea of consciousness.

The Divine Soul, which had been on the verge of death, became paler at this moment.

Not to mention being imprisoned, he was afraid that even if he blew a breath now, he could make it disappear into thin air.

“How could this be?” Caspian frowned.

“No… It’s not me… It’s your… Magic weapon… It cut off… The connection between him and the main body…”

It was rare for this one behind the Gates of Hell to be patient enough to explain.

However, after hearing what the other party said, Caspian understood.

The wisp of Divine Sense separated from the Devil Prince’s body was like the relationship between a river and a branch.

If the connection between the river and the branch was cut off, the branch would gradually dry up.

What’s more, there was a big sun behind the Gates of Hell shining next to the branch.

It was already very good that it could hold on until now and it was not dried up.

After being reminded by the other party, Caspian thought of another thing.

“Will the main body immediately sense this wisp of divine thought and then rush over?”

“Your… Magic weapon… Is completely… Completely cut off… Connection… The separated… Divine Sense… Is independent… Individual…”

Fortunately, Caspian was used to communicating with the one behind the Gates of Hell.

Otherwise, another person would not have been able to understand these intermittent words.

this strand of divine thought is destroyed now, it won’t cause any immediate reaction from

and then asked, “I hope that I can use it to temper my

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

can… Refine it… You don’t need to…

are so

when you

refined

convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it was clear that he

behind the

like mockery no matter how one looked at

won’t argue with

his mind must

comforted himself in his heart and continued

divine sense came from the Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst Palace

Sense, the effect it could bring

the Gates of Hell did not speak, but answered

giant palm above the Gates

wisp of black devil thought let out

at this, Caspian

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge

man behind the Gates

enough, after the black smoke was dispersed,

of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams of power and drilled into the

a crash coming from the

running water rushing and

didn’t last

about a meal, the

elixir, which was the size of

course, although this elixir was huge, it was still smaller than

is…” Caspian looked inside and looked

it the elixir refined by the

be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique was completely beyond his

of Caspian, refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire,

man behind the Gates of Hell just clenched

the whole process, the one behind Gates of Hell

was all done in Caspian’s

Now… You can… Directly… Absorb

did you refine it?”

You can’t…

few words were fine, but the last one sounded like a

was too lazy to