The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 872

Jessica steadied herself. When she turned around, she saw Caspian holding the pile of stones, looking extremely painful.

The black light in his eyes flickered, as if it was about to fade away, but he was still struggling.

The sweat had already soaked his cheeks. At this moment, it dripped down his chin to the ground, forming an obvious puddle of water.

"I actually... used up all the strength so quickly..."

Panting, Caspian growled in a low voice.

It seemed that he was not satisfied with his current state.

"Where's Caspian?" Jessica picked up Autumn Waters Sword which fell to the ground and looked at him warily.

Caspian raised his head and glanced at Jessica.

In an instant, Jessica raised the sword radiance and blocked in front of him.

At that moment, she only felt as if a blade was coming straight at her, almost making all her hair stand on end.

Under such an extremely weak situation, the other party's eyes could still be so powerful, which was really daunting.

"I'm asleep... He... will naturally... come out... Whew..."

Caspian covered his chest and spoke intermittently.

"That's not enough.... I need... more dead souls... Whew... Whew....

Otherwise, in the current state... Whew... there is no way... Whew... to keep it for a long time..."

"Who are you? Why do you want to occupy the body of Caspian?" Jessica asked.

"You... don't deserve to know..." Caspian looked up.

An extremely cold expression appeared on the face Jessica was familiar with.

"He can be occupied by me.... His body... It is his honor.... His bloodline... is... even... better than I had imagined... Hu... Hu...."

When he said these words, Jessica clearly saw that the black color in his eyes was fading rapidly.

According to her experience, this was the sign that Caspian was about to regain control of his body.

"Now... I still can't sleep..." Suddenly, Caspian shook his head hard.

Instantly, the originally fading black color once again covered the eyes.

However, it could be seen that he was at the end of his rope, and it was extremely difficult for him to do so.

"Quickly return Caspian's body to him," Jessica shouted.

"Give...it to... him... now?" Caspian raised the corner of his mouth and sneered. "Do you... want him to die faster?"

"What do you mean?" Jessica frowned.

She really didn't know much about Caspian's current physical condition.

However, there was one thing that Jessica had figured out for the time being.

Under normal circumstances, Caspian could still dominate the body.

Only when he fainted or was seriously injured would the other party take advantage of the opportunity to occupy his body.

But if the other party kept getting stronger, it would be hard to say who would lead the body.

Therefore, Jessica's idea at the moment was very clear. If the other side wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to strengthen himself, she would try her best to stop him.

"Don’t you understand?" Caspian took a deep breath and stopped.

Jessica immediately clenched the hilt of her sword and looked at him warily.

Caspian raised his hand and held a millstone-sized rock beside him.

Jessica stared at him closely, paying attention to his every move.

With a click, Caspian's five fingers instantly squeezed into the rock. The next moment, his arm was swung like a windmill.