The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1580

The terrifying might that the silver-armored devil was exerting caused the ground beneath the feet to begin to shatter and collapse.

Cracks appeared in the air around him, as if they were spider webs. They spread out in all directions, as if they would collapse in the next moment.

In the distance, tens of thousands of underground devils were gathered.

Like those who had just been killed by Caspian, these underground devils were tall and thin, with ferocious faces.

Originally, these underground devils were all as solemn as an army.

But at this moment, the void was shaking and the blood was tragic. As the silver-armored devil suddenly stood up, his momentum was monstrous, like a volcano erupting. The large group of underground devils were so scared that they immediately knelt on the ground and trembled.

However, among the violent airflow, only one person sitting next to the silver-armored devil was sitting still on the spot.

The man was wearing a wide brown cloak, which covered his whole body. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

However, the fierce wind at the moment could not blow the cloak off his body at all.

From this, it could be seen that the strength of the man under the cloak could not be underestimated.

After a while, the viciousness in the Silver-armored devil's eyes gradually dissipated.

The violent aura gradually calmed down.

However, this kind of silence gave people a feeling of tranquility before the storm, which made people feel even more depressed.

A faint voice came from under the cloak, "Prince, did something happen?"

Judging from the voice, it was a young man, but people still couldn't see his face clearly at this moment.

From the way he addressed the Silver-armored devil, people could tell that the Silver-armored devil was the son of a certain king among the underground devils.

Because only the son of a certain king could be called Prince.

If Flame Gordon knew of this news at this moment, he would probably be so shocked that he would not be able to speak.

This was because the underground devils that he had defeated earlier were all like barbaric tribes.

Forget about the nobles. Their leader could only be called the leader.

This was a division of status that only existed in the Boorish Desolate period.

But at this moment, the appearance of the underground devil people made people feel completely different.

The Silver-armored devil was of noble status and had a higher realm. He was comparable to a Heavenly Spirit Realm Master, and his silver armor was exceptionally exquisite.

There was even an exquisite runes carved on the silver armor.

At this moment, runes was flowing like water, flashing with mysterious light.

In the distance, no matter whether it was the tens of thousands of underground devils or the ones killed by Caspian previously, they all gave people a feeling that they were well trained in the army.

These underground devils and those defeated by Flame Gordon were like people in two different worlds.

They were not only stronger, but also more intelligent!

Upon hearing the cloaked man's words, the Silver-armored devil's eyes narrowed and he sneered. "One of my teams that were sent out just now was completely annihilated."

Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked at the man under the cloak. His gaze was as deep as a sharp sword, as if he was going to pierce through the other party. "There are two of your men among them."

"Oh?" The man under the cloak asked in confusion.

"Don't tell me you don't find it strange?" The silver-armored devil frowned as killing intent froze in his eyes.

"There's something strange about it." The man under the cloak nodded.

After a while, he seemed to realize something and raised his head slightly.