The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 613

The light in Caspian’s eyes moved when he saw the golden ray, and he sighed after a while.

He already knew from the previous rules that before entering Thousands Spirits Island that time, every participating disciple would drip a drop of blood and leave it on the Spirit Palace’s life and death plate. In that way, if a sect disciple died in the game, the life and death plate belonging to the person would be shattered.

On the other hand, whenever a participating disciple died, such a golden ray would appear in the Thousands Spirits Island’s sky.

“I wonder who died…” Caspian shook his head, looking down.

The only thing he could do now was to pray that the first contestant to die in the competition was not a disciple of the Heavenly Stars Sect.

Moments later, Caspian received a message from Jessica through the telepathic jade.

“Did you see that?”

Even though it was only a short sentence, Caspian sensed Jessica’s anxiousness and heaviness.

Most of the time on that day, the disciples who participated in the competition collected spirit flowers and plants in a relatively comfortable environment, and they took advantage of the hard-won opportunity to improve themselves in the sacred paradise.

Unfortunately, the cozy feeling made many people forget that it was a game of life and death.

At the end of the day, the golden light warned everyone of the gory reality.

That was a competition, and the chance was accompanied by huge risks.

“Be careful.”

Caspian pondered for a moment and replied.

The only thing they could do now was that.

Looking at the time, it would probably take another five days before Caspian could meet with Jessica.

“You too.”

After a while, Jessica sent another message.

Then, just as Caspian thought about how to respond, another message from Jessica followed.

“Who do you think it was just now?”

Caspian naturally could not speculate the answer to the question.

“Let’s just hope it was not someone we know,” Caspian could only answer that.

The first death among the participants made the remaining twenty-six disciples on Thousands Spirits Island involuntarily hurry their paces.

Caspian was also noticeably moving faster.

The fire-type spirit flowers and grass were almost swallowed at the maximum absorption speed of the Fundamental Law of a Hunting Whale.

In addition, if Caspian found the spirit plants with the wind and thunder attributes, he would devour some from time to time.

Near noon the next day, Caspian just swallowed a fire-type Red Crystal Flower when suddenly, he heard a violent roar from his internal organs.

The sound even made the ground tremble.

Handsome, who laid on his shoulders, also jumped up in fright and looked around with a look ofvigilance.

“What happened?! What’s going on?!”

“It works.” Caspian immediately sat down with his knees crossed and began to meditate, running the Qi and blood in his body to ensure the medicinal power accumulated in the body flowed everywhere.

“It should’ve worked a long time ago,” Handsome muttered, “If the Blue Feather Sect knew that you ate so much of their natural treasures, there’s a possibility that they’d take you back to refine medicine.”

Just as Handsome mumbled, a faint red light appeared on Caspian’s body.

When the little white pig saw that, it hurriedly backed away for a distance.

Handsome had no other way.

After all, Caspian was now like red-hot iron, and the air around him was hot from the heat released by his body, causing the image around him to appear wavy.

The process lasted for about an hour, and then as the red light from Caspian’s body gradually dissipated, the surrounding temperature also returned to normal.

Handsome was excited, and the little pig jumped high onto Caspian’s shoulder, asking quickly, “How is it? Are there any changes?”

There was a hint of doubt on Caspian’s face.

Instead of answering Handsome, he got up and faced a big tree in front of him.