The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 722

When the red liquid was in the cauldron before, Caspian did not feel anything special.

However, it was as if some kind of seal was lifted off when the pot overturned.

The resentment was so intense that it was almost insoluble, and it was as if it was aged for thousands or ten thousand years, suddenly spewing and pouring out.

In a flash, Caspian even believed he saw densely packed and layered twisted faces in the void.

At a closer look, Caspian realized that these roaring, shouting, and crying faces were young and tender!

That was a group of five year old children.

Caspian’s heart immediately skipped a beating.

He remembered Steve mentioning that to make the formation more powerful, the human blood they used to set up the formation came from children.

“You killed them and even imprisoned their souls!” Caspian’s eyes narrowed.

Even though he was in a fury, his voice turned calm.

“Correct! The formation has used up the most violent part of the soul, and the remaining part is also full of all kinds of negative emotions because of the torture before death.

Letting them leave just like that would be such a waste.” Steve raised his head, and his torn mouth revealed an eerie smile.

In the direction Steve looked, the thick red liquid continued to climb upward to mid-air, extending and forming the shape of a high lintel.

Moreover, the door frame of that lintel was soaked with white bones.

Even though the air around them burned hot, the scene would make anyone feel chill down their spines.

Charlotte, who was controlled on the stone wall, saw that scene, and her breathing almost stagnated.

She felt her scalp numb, and her brain was almost blank.

Caspian could even clearly see that the faces constantly flew toward the blood-colored portal, forming a layer of mist in the door frame.

The fog was not thick, but it was very dense.

In addition, it was slowly rotating, making people feel as if something terrifying was about to be released.

“What are you going to do tome?” Caspian calmed down, and he stared at Steve as he asked, “Summoning ghosts to devour me? I didn’t expect that you mastered the Way of the Ghosts.”

“Do you know why our Blood Poison Sect was wiped out?”

“Because you killed innocent people indiscriminately, tested poisons with living people, and even made many villages disappear overnight,” Caspian said lightly.

“Not only that.” Steve giggled.

His laughter sounded like the overcast wind blowing in the middle of the night due to his missing teeth, and it was full of gloominess.

Seeing the door condensed and formed, Steve grinned and looked at Caspian, slowly uttering, “Because we also studied the Inheritance of Ghosts.”

“Ssh! B*stard!” Caspian still gasped even though he vaguely expected the answer.

The Way of the Ghosts was the cultivation technique that both humans and demons hated in Idacith.

To cultivate the Way of the Ghosts, one must go through the steps of sacrificing living people and extracting living souls, and such a thing was not allowed.

Hence, the Way of the Ghosts was not tolerated since its inception.

Nonetheless, where there was light, there was naturally darkness.