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.

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

for a while and then asked, “I hope that I can use it to temper

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

can… Refine it… You don’t need to…

are so bad…”

never gasped like this when you

directly refined and absorbed without

obviously a more convenient method, but when this guy

The one behind the Gates

this laughter sounded like mockery no

won’t argue with

his mind must not be

his heart and continued to ask, “How should

of divine sense came from the Devil

and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring

behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but answered with

the Gates of Hell

wisp of black devil

this, Caspian was

became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge to

man behind the Gates

smoke was dispersed, the

visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into

heard a crash

running

process didn’t

a meal, the

was the size of an adult’s fist, appeared

huge, it was still smaller than sesame seeds compared to this

inside and looked at the

the elixir refined

that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but

knowledge of Caspian, refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious

behind the Gates of Hell just clenched his hand

the whole process, the one behind Gates of Hell didn’t use any magic

done in Caspian’s sea

You can… Directly…

refine it?”

You can’t… Master

words were fine, but the last one

was too lazy to argue with