The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 864

Caspian remembered that both the father of Handsome and his teacher had warned him.

The thing summoned by the Gates of Hell would one day take over the nest of the magpies.

Before that, his body had been occupied twice.

Although he didn't know why, the other party only occupied it for a short time.

However, this showed that there was a huge hidden danger in his body.

This hidden danger could destroy his consciousness at any time and occupy his body.

When the three seals in his body were destroyed, Caspian had developed a strong sense of crisis.

Originally, he didn't intend to use the Gates of Hell.

Because Caspian was not clear whether these dead souls that had been sucked in would become nutrients for the black shadow in the Gates of Hell.

But in the face of such a large number of powerful dead souls, he had to use the Gates of Hell to deal with them.

This feeling was like drinking wine to stop thirst.

Even though he knew it was poison, he had to raise his head and drink it.

At this moment, Caspian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the crisis in his heart was greatly increased.

If the Gates of Hell continued to swallow the dead souls recklessly, would the black shadow forcibly occupy his body because of the sudden supplement of huge energy?

What Caspian didn't know was that when his consciousness was blurry and his heart was struggling, most of the overwhelming dead souls had been swallowed by the Gates of Hell.

This scene also shocked the corpse.

If this corpse had skin and flesh, then all of his fur would have stood on end and his eyes would have widened.

Unfortunately, he was only a skeleton now, so his limit was to straighten every bone on his body and open his mouth to the extreme.

With the recovery of his memory, he had already remembered how painful and desperate he was when he was devoured by these dead souls.

These dead souls were vengeful ghosts who had been suppressed for countless years.

After devouring his flesh and blood, their characters and strength became more and more vicious and powerful.

From the skeleton's point of view, the two nonentities from Pulse Control Realm could not even hold on for a breath.

The so-called six formations were just jokes.

But now, it was a slap in the face.

This seemingly small boat not only resisted the storm but also suppressed the storm.

These were all things that the self-proclaimed expert had never done-although it had been locked here at that time, like a fish on a knife, and could only be slaughtered by others.

The black clouds became thinner and thinner, becoming fewer and fewer.

Ten percent went, two went, three went, and four went... until nine went.

There were only a dozen dead souls left.

These dozen or so dead souls were the ones who had existed for the longest time and the most ruthless.

They instinctively roared and rushed toward the bloody Gates of Hell.

In their eyes, the steel door had long been on the verge of collapse.

As long as they made a violent attack, they would be able to completely crush the door and devour the two fresh lumps of flesh behind the door.

They could even feel that one of the two lumps of flesh was full of the smell of obsession.

The rich and delicious vigor was simply the most delicious in the world.

In reality, this was also the reason why this group of dead souls was like moths to a flame, rushing forward one after another, not caring about the consequences.

Unfortunately, these dead souls were not clear.