The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

It was like breaking a wall.

With a bang, there was a roar in the void, and Caspian fell straight down.

The fierce friction ignited flames around. At first glance, it looked like meteorites falling.

Caspian let out a long how! and the blood-red wings on his back unfolded.

In an instant, the flames stretched for thousands of miles.

He flapped his wings, causing the air around him to distort.

The falling force was immediately stopped by Caspian.

Hanging in midair, Caspian looked around.

The sky was high and the earth was wide, as if he was in the ruins of a city. The yellow sand was all over the sky, and the setting sun was like blood. There was a desolate atmosphere everywhere. Everywhere he could see, there were broken walls, crumbling, or collapsing. Some were still intact, some were only left with beams, and the marks of cutting knives and axes could be seen everywhere. There were dark blood stains everywhere.

This city seemed to be so large that it had no borders.

Caspian hovered in midair, feeling like a drop in the ocean. He was so small that he could never reach his destination.

However, there seemed to be a barrier in the distance, the sky above his head, and the ground under his feet, and there was a terrifying pressure everywhere.

In this place, if it weren't for cultivators with great perseverance and great spirit, they would have been directly crushed into lunatics and fools by the omnipresent momentum as soon as they stepped in.

Although it seemed that this place had been abandoned, Caspian did not take it lightly, nor did he act rashly.

This was a trial to enter the Ancient Kingdom sect. This was a place where the cultivators would tremble with fear when they heard the name of the Black-White Pagoda. Even the wind that blew past could separate the flesh and blood of Real Immortal Realms and turn them into ghastly white bones. If one underestimated the enemy, one would definitely suffer a great loss and even die. Caspian directly activated the way of wisdom, and his divine sense surged out like a tide.

Caspian did not let go of every broken brick and tile, even every grain of yellow sand.

Just as he was concentrating on his surroundings, the void behind him suddenly distorted.

A long pitch-black spear appeared out of thin air, carrying with it a sinister chill. Like a bolt of lightning, it stabbed toward his back.

Swoosh!

The spear pierced through Caspian's body.

However, Caspian's body immediately turned into a residual shadow and was torn into pieces by the force of the spear.

The next moment, Caspian’s figure reappeared.

The one that had just been pierced through was only a shadow left behind after he fled into the void.

Raising his hand, his five fingers emitted a sharp golden light and grabbed the spear.

The power gathered by the stars exploded like the Milky Way. With a bang, the spear was shattered into pieces.

Black Qi gushed out from the broken spear, like smoke of war, the smell of blood and fire, and the shouts of fighting.

A strange figure, half-human and half-beast, with two stories high, immediately appeared in the air. This figure was like a monster with blood and mud all over its body. Its head was a ferocious wolf's head, but its torso was human, its hands were wolf's claws, and its feet were sheep's hooves.

As soon as it appeared, there was a gust of demonic wind and evil Qi.

The surrounding void was constantly twisting, and terrifying faces appeared one after another. They roared loudly at Caspian. Their sharp voices were enough to tear people's eardrums apart in an instant.

"Departed soul condensed from fiendish energy and Rancorous Qi." Caspian swept his gaze and recognized the nature of this strange human form.

Caspian had encountered similar souls before.

However, the souls he had encountered at that time were too weak. He only needed to use his vigor to directly shatter them.

But the dead soul in front of him was extraordinary.

It was made up of the vigor and Rancorous Qi of the Great Saint of the Demon Race and the Real Immortal Realm. It was extremely powerful and even condensed a body. It was incomparably powerful and overbearing. Ordinary Real Immortal Realms were no match for it.

The dead soul roared. In an instant, black suns appeared around it, rising and falling like a long river. Caspian put his hands together and pointed his sword. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The Second Move of Sword!"

A silver light flashed between his eyebrows.

At first, it was as thin as a strand of hair, but in a flash, it was as sharp as cutting through Yin and Yang, cutting and burning a black sun.

Boom!

Flames burned through the heavens. Countless void was melted and disintegrated, continuously collapsing.

Like a meteor, Caspian suppressed the void, shattered the universe, and came to the dead soul. This black dead soul had no face.

Its head was like a mass of wriggling black mud, roaring like a fierce beast. It was extremely frightening.

Seeing Caspian rushing forward, the dead soul's body suddenly stretched out.

Its body split open from the middle, and numerous sharp teeth popped out from it. It was like a big mouth and a black hole, swallowing up Caspian.

"You're courting death!"

Caspian snorted and punched out.

This punch was like a dragon, a tiger, and a hundred beasts. It was like a volcano erupting, triggering the power of heaven and earth cracking.

The sky collapsed.

Countless cracks continued to spread across the void.

Penglong!

The dead soul's body was instantly smashed into pieces, gushing everywhere like muddy water.

A book flew out of the shattered dead soul body.

Caspian reached out and took it in the air.

As soon as he took the book, he felt cold.

Although it was a book, it was actually a bamboo slip.

Caspian opened the bamboo slip and saw that it was full of obscure words

However, Caspian had read all these words when he was reading other books. He knew that they were a rare race-the characters passed down from the Polar Ground Yuebing Clan.

Every generation of the Polar Ground Yuebing Clan was born with a bloodline unique to the race, and they had extremely cold innate constitution. They were geniuses in cultivation and belonged to the Human Clan.

Obviously, this book was the relic of a member of the Polar Ground Yuebing Clan who resisted the demon clan.

This relic was not only a record of magical power methods, but also a powerful magic weapon. After this clansman died, the condensed vigor and Rancorous Qi attached to this powerful magic weapon and turned into tangible souls.

Caspian scanned the book and found that the twisted words on the book, which looked like the Divine Book, became extremely common with the help of wisdom.

Soon, Caspian understood the magical power recorded on the book.

After reciting the content in his heart, Caspian raised his hand. Suddenly, the sky was split open, and a upside-down iceberg fell from the sky. With a bang, it broke through the earth and pierced in. Crack!

The land tens of thousands of miles away was frozen and then cracked.

Streaks of red and black tornados rose into the sky, roaring and emitting thick Demon Aura.

On these tornados, there were many grimaced faces. Their blood-red eyes stared at Caspian as if they wanted to skin him alive.