The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 808

James Steinbeck relied on the bloodline he got from Carson Montgomery.

What Eric Khol relied on was his observation and speculation ability as a disciple of the Gnawing Heart Sect.

At the moment when the two shouted at the same time, James Steinbeck, like a ball of black thunder, rushed toward a place in the valley.

The rolling airflow was suppressed to make cracking sounds.

"You're here!"

With a roar, James Steinbeck turned his five fingers into claws and grabbed toward a rock.

Crack!

The rock instantly shattered like a crispy pancake.

A figure inside quickly attacked James Steinbeck.

"It's you!"

Seeing this figure's face, James Steinbeck smiled grimly. He stretched out his five fingers and grabbed Caspian's chest in an instant.

"You're going to die... eh?"

James Steinbeck was about to sentence Caspian to death, but before he could finish his words, he was stunned.

A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Because at this moment, Caspian's chest was bleeding.

However, this trace of blood did not flow downwards, but strangely flowed upwards.

And at this time, James Steinbeck also felt that although his five fingers had pierced into Caspian's chest, this touch was very different from what he had expected.

It was as if he had poked into a soft ball of cotton.

Raising his head, James Steinbeck saw the "Caspian" in front of him showed a faint smile to him.

"Bastard!" James Steinbeck did not know what had happened, but at this moment, he shouted loudly. Spiritual Qi surged out of his fingers like a raging torrent. With a swoosh, this Caspian was torn into pieces.

There was no blood, flesh, broken bones, or internal organs.

There was nothing.

The shattered Caspian and fragments fell to the ground. After a while, they disappeared.

"It's fake!"

Anger appeared in James Steinbeck's eyes.

Although James Steinbeck did not know what trick Caspian was playing, he already knew that this Caspian was not real, but fake.

But where was Caspian now?

At this time, Eric Khol walked slowly to several piled corpses.

"I was a little confused before.

Why did a cultivator, who had killed someone at the same level as you, become so vulnerable in an instant?

Although Senior Steinbeck is an expert in second stage of the Holy Land Realm, I always have a feeling.

"At that time, you were sent flying as if it had been planned in advance."

Eric Khol's voice was not loud.

But at this moment, it was so clear in this silent valley that everyone could hear it clearly.

James Steinbeck could not help but frown when he heard this.

At that time, he had sent Caspian flying. But in the past month, it has been his only beautiful memory and feeling.

Now it was said that it had been planned in advance.

Didn't that mean that he, a Spiritualist, had been set up?

However, at this moment, James Steinbeck also knew that the bloodline of Carson Montgomery he got could only sense that Caspian was in a certain area.

However, there was no way to confirm the exact location of Caspian.

If he wanted to find Caspian accurately, he needed a tracking expert like Eric Khol.

Whether it was by using the vermin or by careful observation, he could only rely on Eric to find Caspian here at this time.

So James Steinbeck forcibly suppressed his anger and continued to listen.

At this moment, Eric Khol continued to move forward unhurriedly.

The teasing look in his eyes became more and more intense.

"After I was confused at that time, I was not in a hurry to catch up with you. Instead, I went to the big hole where you were hit and observed it.

At that time, when I was sure that the blood that flew out was indeed yours, I doubted myself.

Is my intuition wrong?"