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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1161

“Are you surprised or not? Are you happy? You still have supper in the middle of the night. How nice I am to you?”

“He is… So weak… It’s… Useless…” The person behind the Gates of Hell had ruined the atmosphere perfectly.

Holly Logan‘s Divine Soul was already on the verge of exhaustion.

As Holly Logan had said, if he hadn’t met Caspian today, he would have died in another 15 or 20 days. And because he met Caspian tonight, he died early. Naturally, such a divine spirit could not be replenish the guy behind the Gates of Hell.

“Yes, if it’s useful, I won’t send him to you,” Caspian said with a smile. “Even if he wants to go, I’ll try my best to stop him.”

The guy behind the Gates of Hell was speechless.

Caspian was telling the truth. If the guy swallowed the Divine Soul and regained his strength, he would be in danger. He didn’t want to become someone else when he woke up after falling asleep.

“Next time… Send a… Stronger one…”

“Dream on!”

The guy was speechless again.

In fact, this time, even without the help of the person behind the Gates of Hell, Caspian was confident that he could escape. But who would have thought that Holly Logan would take the initiative to drill deep into Caspian’s sea of consciousness?

He was courting death. Having lost his Divine Soul, Holly Logan’s body under the memorial arch naturally turned into a corpse that was gradually turning cold.

Without this obstacle, Caspian came to the front of the mine in a moment. In the dark, the mine became even larger. It even gave people a feeling that they were going to merge with the darkness. People would feel their hearts palpitate, and their chests seemed to be torn apart.

Standing at the edge of the mine, Caspian pondered for a while and then turned his hand over. A black shadow suddenly stood silently a step away from him. It was not that the black shadow was deliberately mystifying, but that he was wearing a black robe, plus it was at night, so he looked mysterious. This was the puppet made by Caspian before.

When Lion Morgan was confused, the puppet played a very important role. Now, Caspian could use it again.

Not long ago, the corpse joint bamboo that had just absorbed the Rancorous Qi and Corpse Qi in the stone was also taken out by Caspian. At the same time, he took out a stack of array maps. After searching through the array maps, Caspian took out one of them.

“Nine Reincarnations Heart Formation…”

After activating the formation map, a bright light quickly shot onto the corpse joint bamboo. A small glowing pattern suddenly appeared on the surface of the corpse joint bamboo.

At the same time, Caspian also felt that the corpse joint bamboo seemed to be pulled by a certain force, intentionally or unintentionally pointing into the mine. He believed that if he loosened his grip at this time, the corpse joint bamboo would definitely not fall straight down. Instead, it would slide directly in the air and fly toward a certain position in the mine pit. However, this power also showed that there was no problem with his behavior at this time.

With a puff, Caspian pierced the corpse joint bamboo into the puppet’s chest.

“Lead the way,” Caspian said lightly.

A circle of light spread throughout the puppet‘s body at the center of the body. The next moment, the puppet took a step forward and jumped down.

“Haha!” Caspian chuckled and followed closely behind.

They didn’t go through the mine as they did in the daytime, so Caspian entered the mine much faster than before. And because of the guidance of the corpse joint bamboo and Nine Reincarnations Heart Formation, Caspian found the location of his target without much effort. At this time, the wall facing he was less than three floors high front the mine where he, Lion Morgan, and others were at that time. In other words, at that time, as long as he and the others went down about ten meters, they would pass by here.

“It seems that Lion Morgan is bullying our Holy Land Realm’s realm…” Caspian took a step forward, put his palm flat, and stuck to the wall in front of him.

Streaks of spiritual Qi shot out from the fingertip of Caspian like silk threads.

The current strength of Caspian’s formation was already one that could not be underestimated among cultivators. Because the strength of the formation was completely different from that of a cultivator.

“Break!” With a low shout, Caspian’s eyes glittered.

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