The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 806 Eric Khol's Intuition

Everyone looked at him with fear and envy.

James Steinbeck looked at the rising and falling ground in the distance and froze on the spot.

" How could I have such great strength?”

Although his realm was much higher than Caspian, James Steinbeck was still very clear about his own strength.

Logically speaking, the scene shouldn't be so shocking.

James Steinbeck could not help but lower his head to look at his palm. He blinked and said, "Could it be that I failed to control my anger?”

Thinking of this, he was relieved.

After all, his realm was much higher than Caspian.

It was like an elephant dealing with a puppy. A sweep of its nose was enough for a puppy to bear. Sometimes, it was natural that he couldn't grasp too precise power.

Thinking of this, James Steinbeck nodded slightly. With his hands behind his back, he looked into the distance.

Anyone who saw this scene could not help but give a thumbs-up in their hearts. "What a good master!"

At this moment, the ground in the distance trembled again.

The next moment, a bloody figure jumped up high from the inside. After falling to the ground, he stumbled and ran away.

The blood on the figure's body and the shocking blood on the ground made one's scalp numb. "It's Caspian!"

"That fellow wants to run!"

After a while, some of the cultivators finally reacted and shouted.

It could be seen that Caspian had been seriously injured by James Steinbeck's move and it was very difficult for him to run at this moment.

However, it was obvious that he knew that this was his only chance, so he did not look back and displayed his full speed at the moment. While running, he poured elixir into his mouth to suppress his injury.

"You still want to escape like this?" James Steinbeck sneered.

He couldn't help but smile.

This was what he wanted to see and was happy to see.

A mere cultivator of Pulse Control Realm should be an ant in front of the Holy Land Realm!

The other cultivators present watched helplessly as Caspian ran further and further away.

Of course, they all knew that at this time, Caspian, was like the tiger that had broken its limbs and cut off its tail.

Now was the best time to kill him.

As long as Caspian was killed, cultivators from the sect would make contributions, and cultivators who came for the reward would be rewarded.

But now, without James Steinbeck’s nod, who would dare to rush forward?

James Steinbeck hurt Caspian. If you rush up now, won't you be stealing his gain?

At that time, there was no need to think about it. James Steinbeck would definitely slap you directly. Thinking of this, all cultivators present couldn't help but turn their heads and look at James Steinbeck, hoping that he could give up this opportunity.

James Steinbeck was still immersed in his emotions just now.

James Steinbeck didn't realize what had happened until Caspian almost ran out of his sight and no one rushed out to kill Caspian.

Glancing at the "entities" on the scene, James Steinbeck nodded calmly.

Since he was the one who issued the reward, he naturally would not covet it.

Moreover, his purpose of venting his anger had been achieved by displaying his might. Naturally, he did not need to worry about whether he should kill Caspian himself.

What's more, killing such a seriously injured "ant" made him lose face.

At this moment, with James Steinbeck's permission, the eyes of the present cultivators burst out bright light.

In an instant, they chased in the direction of Caspian.

This was a rare opportunity.

Merit points or rewards were all within reach!

"Catch up with him!"

"Don't let him run away!"

"Cut off his head and come back for the reward!"

"Haha! This guy actually ran into the valley himself!"

"The valley is shallow, and it's just a small col. It's a dead end. If he runs in, he will have no way out!" "He panicked because of his serious injury. This time, he sent himself to his death!"

Cultivators who were chasing after him roared, and their eyes were full of bloodthirsty looks

Those who could hang out in Myriad Demons Burial Ground were not soft-hearted.

And the fear brought by Caspian turned into endless anger and resentment at this moment. They wished they could catch up with Caspian immediately and chop him into minced meat to vent their anger.

Seeing that everyone had gone too far, James Steinbeck was satisfied. He put his hands behind his back and slowly followed.

The effect of the attack just now made him feel that the previous month of hard work and patience were completely worth it.

As for what he needed to do now, he had to follow them slowly. When he was halfway there, those cultivators would come back with the head of Caspian to see him. That would be enough.

James Steinbeck and a group of cultivators left, while Eric Khol and Selina Khol remained where they were.

Selina Khol was still shy and followed Eric Khol.

Eric Khol's eyes shifted away from the direction where James Steinbeck and others left and turned to the direction where Caspian had just been hit.

The ground there cracked, as if it had been stamped hard by a giant.

In the center of a spider web-shaped crack was a terrifying hole.

"Selina, let's go and have a look." Touching his chin, Eric Khol walked to the hole.

The hole was pitch-black and bottomless.

Because of the impact of the falling, the surrounding soil burst out.

There were some red traces mixed in the soil.

Eric Khol sniffed and smelled blood.

However, as if he was still worried, he picked up a piece of mud stained with blood and handed it to Selina Khol's mouth. "Be good and read it with me, ah.”

Selina Khol opened her mouth again like a petal full of sharp teeth.

Eric Khol threw in the mud. Selina Khol's mouth closed quickly, and her cheeks bulged as if she was chewing.

Eric Khol stood aside with his eyes closed.

At this time, Selina Khol was clearly chewing mud, but Eric Khol showed a look of thinking and aftertaste.

After a while, he muttered to himself, "The smell of blood is that guy's blood. But why do I always feel that something is wrong?"

Looking at Selina Khol, who was as pure and lovely as a little white rabbit, Eric Khol touched her head.

"James Steinbeck may not think there is anything wrong with it. After all, he is in the Holy Land Realm.

In a high position, there were many things that he could not see clearly, and his senses were not as sharp as before.

It was just like killing an ant. It was the same result with his hands or feet.

But who would care about the strength of this?

A strong force could kill an ant, and a light kick could do it.

Although the results were the same, there was a big difference in the process.

James Steinbeck could not find out because he was from Great Oceans Sect.

However, we are eagle dogs of the Gnawing Heart Sect to hunt and capture the prey.

In some aspects, the eagle dog was stronger.

Selina, do you think I'm right?"

Selina Khol was still so cute, as if she had not heard Eric Khol's words at all.

Eric Khol didn't care. He thought for a moment, squatted down, and put his hand on the black hole. After a while, he felt a chill in his palm.

A chill came from this bottomless hole.