The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1590

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 speak.

"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.

However, 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.

"So, even if this strand of divine thought is destroyed now, it won't cause any immediate reaction from its main body." Caspian thought for a while and then asked, "I hope that I can use it to temper my spirit."

"You can't... use..."

Caspian was speechless.

"You can... refine it... You don't need to... temper..."

Caspian was speechless.

"You are so bad." Caspian sighed. "You never gasped like this when you spoke in the past."

It could be directly refined and absorbed without any temper. It was obviously a more convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it was clear that he didn't mean that.

"Haha..." The one behind the Gates of Hell smiled.

However, this laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one looked at it.

"Forget it, I won't argue with him anymore. He has just woken up, and his mind must not be very clear." Caspian comforted himself in his heart and continued to ask, "How should I refine it?"

This wisp of divine sense came from the Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst Palace Realm cultivator.

If he could refine it and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that of realm improvement brought by panacea.

This time, the one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but answered with action.

The towering giant palm above the Gates of Hell suddenly clenched.

With a bang, the wisp of black devil thought let out a sharp wail and disappeared.

Caspian was speechless.

Although he subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge to ask.

Because he knew that the man behind the Gates of Hell was very reliable.