Chapter 1062

As time went by, the expressions of cultivators present changed from shock, numbness, to indifference.

By the time Caspian stopped, the monster was almost like a ball of cotton.

No one would dare to associate this thing, which was almost the same as a tag, with the monster that
was chilled to death at first glance.

If the monster still had consciousness and could speak, its first sentence would be,”I was wrong…”

“Can this thing help you recover your strength?”

“It should… Be possible…”

“Oh, then I won‘t give it to you.”

“Huh…”

Caspian grabbed the monster that had no ability to move and threw it into the darkness in the distance.

But strangely, there was no sound of landing after the monster was thrown out. Caspian narrowed his
eyes and looked at the darkness.

With his eyesight, it penetrated the darkness, so he naturally could see farther than ordinary cultivators.

But at this time, what he was looking at was like deep ink, and he could not see anything.

Something must have gone wrong…

Caspian, supported by his Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd, slowly stood up.

The nearby cultivators were originally glad that they had survived the disaster, but when they saw
Caspian’s action, they soon felt that the atmosphere was not right.



They all looked at the darkness.

The darkness was like ink, like tides, like the deep night, like the bottomless sea.

After staring at it for a while, many people on the scene only felt their hearts pounding.

It was as if the darkness had turned into a silent whirlpool, sucking away all the hope, happiness, and
vitality in people’s hearts.

“Something’s wrong,” Leny gripped the hilt of his saber tightly.

All cultivators present held their weapons and looked serious.

Crack!

A crisp metallic sound rang out.

It was like a light hammer hitting everyone’s hearts.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Caspian felt a throb behind the Gates of Hell.

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Ever since he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it,
the relationship between them had become irreconcilable.

Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the opponent.

“Unless I am out of my mind.”



“Listen… Listen to me…”

“If you have something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no
longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on the darkness.

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

This time, the voice was obviously much closer to the crowd.

The hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but tremble
slightly.

The surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made
people feel extremely depressed.

Caspian fixed his eyes on the darkness.

A moment later, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

A vague shadow appeared in the darkness.

This shadow was very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in the air.

Soon, the shadow became clear.

Everyone present fixed their eyes on it.

The next moment, they all looked surprised.



The huge cotton wool-like thing was the monster that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter
what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the
almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead as a large ball of cotton.

As for why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was very simple.

It was lifted over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was
still huge when compared with normal people’s arms.

Coupled with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s body.

The reason why everyone was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was
the one who had slipped away when the chaos had just broken out.

The old man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity to
escape.

At that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not
involved in the chaos later.

But now, why did he come back? And why did he come back in such a strange posture?

Everyone looked at each other, but became more and more vigilant.

Because this scene was too strange.

But soon, someone found something wrong with this old man.

”Look at his face…”

Everyone looked over and found that the old man’s facial features were twisted because of extreme
fear.



Not only his head and face, but also his whole body was sweating.

Wherever he walked, wet footprints could be seen.

It was as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward the crowd.

“Stop!” In the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows
and aimed at the old man.

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

What left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak at this moment.

And judging from his frightened and distorted expression, it seemed that he was not possessed at all.

But at this moment, his voice changed because he was too scared.

“Don’t, don’t kill me, I…”

As he spoke, two lines of tears flowed out of the old man’s eyes.

“I was forced, woo…” The white-bearded old man was crying like a little child.

“Then what are you doing?” The white-clothed cultivator frowned.

“I told you…” The old man felt wronged and scared.

“I was forced.”

“Who forced you?” The white-robed cultivator frowned even more tightly.

“Hehe, it turns out to be a group of ants.



Does the fellow hide and not dare to meet me?”

At this time, a sound similar to metal friction came from the old man’s body.

The voice was turbid and heavy, making people who heard it only feel a buzz in their ears.

Qi and blood all over the cultivators’ bodies seemed to be in a mess all of a sudden, and they felt
extremely uncomfortable.

The bright light in Caspian’s eyes began to condense.

“Who is speaking?” The white-clothed cultivator drew his sword, aiming it at the old man.

He saw clearly that the old man’s mouth did not move, but the voice came from his body.

There must be something strange about it.

“Five thousand years ago, who dared to speak to me like this?”

The metallic voice rang out again.

The next moment, the old man’s body was torn from the middle.

The sticky blood even drew thin lines in the air.

The body was torn into two.

It was as if the void was suddenly torn apart by a power that could cut through space.

A tall figure slowly walked out from the exploded blood fog.

He was wearing armor, with every step he took, there was a crisp sound of metal colliding.



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