The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1062

As time went by, the expressions of cultivators present changed from shock, numbness, to indifference.

By the time Caspian stopped, the monster was almost like a ball of cotton. No one would dare to associate this thing, which was almost the same as a tag, with the monster that was chilled to death at first glance. If the monster still had consciousness and could speak, its first sentence would be,”I was wrong…”

“Can this thing help you recover your strength?”

“It should… Be possible…”

“Oh, then I won‘t give it to you.”

“Huh…”

Caspian grabbed the monster that had no ability to move and threw it into the darkness in the distance. But strangely, there was no sound of landing after the monster was thrown out. Caspian narrowed his eyes and looked at the darkness. With his eyesight, it penetrated the darkness, so he naturally could see farther than ordinary cultivators. But at this time, what he was looking at was like deep ink, and he could not see anything.

Something must have gone wrong…

Caspian, supported by his Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd, slowly stood up.

The nearby cultivators were originally glad that they had survived the disaster, but when they saw Caspian’s action, they soon felt that the atmosphere was not right. They all looked at the darkness. The darkness was like ink, like tides, like the deep night, like the bottomless sea.

After staring at it for a while, many people on the scene only felt their hearts pounding. It was as if the darkness had turned into a silent whirlpool, sucking away all the hope, happiness, and vitality in people’s hearts.

“Something’s wrong,” Leny gripped the hilt of his saber tightly.

All cultivators present held their weapons and looked serious.

Crack!

A crisp metallic sound rang out. It was like a light hammer hitting everyone’s hearts. Everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Caspian felt a throb behind the Gates of Hell.

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Ever since he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them had become irreconcilable. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the opponent.

“Unless I am out of my mind.”

“Listen… Listen to me…”

“If you have something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on the darkness.

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

This time, the voice was obviously much closer to the crowd.

The hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but tremble slightly. The surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel extremely depressed.

As he spoke, two lines of tears flowed out of the old man’s eyes.

“I was forced, woo…” The white-bearded old man was crying like a little child.

“Then what are you doing?” The white-clothed cultivator frowned.

“I told you…” The old man felt wronged and scared. “I was forced.”

“Who forced you?” The white-robed cultivator frowned even more tightly.

“Hehe, it turns out to be a group of ants. Does the fellow hide and not dare to meet me?”

At this time, a sound similar to metal friction came from the old man’s body. The voice was turbid and heavy, making people who heard it only feel a buzz in their ears. Qi and blood all over the cultivators’ bodies seemed to be in a mess all of a sudden, and they felt extremely uncomfortable.

The bright light in Caspian’s eyes began to condense.

“Who is speaking?” The white-clothed cultivator drew his sword, aiming it at the old man. He saw clearly that the old man’s mouth did not move, but the voice came from his body. There must be something strange about it.

“Five thousand years ago, who dared to speak to me like this?”

The metallic voice rang out again. The next moment, the old man’s body was torn from the middle. The sticky blood even drew thin lines in the air. The body was torn into two. It was as if the void was suddenly torn apart by a power that could cut through space.

A tall figure slowly walked out from the exploded blood fog. He was wearing armor, with every step he took, there was a crisp sound of metal colliding.