The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Caspian raised the inscription brush as fast as lightning, concentrating on his left arm.

Then, he dipped the inscription brush into the basin and uttered, “The Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon.”

In an instant, a pot of inscription water was soaked up by the inscription brush, and there was not a single drop left.

The initially white tip of the brush appeared as if it were burning, and it emitted a dazzling red color.

Caspian glanced at the hourglass, and he did not hesitate to draw on his inner left arm.

In an instant, sharp pain as if countless steel wires were piercing through his skin and wandered through his muscles spread from Caspian’s wrist.

Next, Caspian gritted his teeth hard, continued moving and drawing on his arm.

As the inscription brush left a thick mark on the inside of his arm, a large amount of blood poured out even though his skin was not torn.

This blood followed the pattern he inscribed and did not flow anywhere as if it was set in place.

At the same time, Caspian felt as if his hand was soaked in boiling oil, and he was slightly trembling from the excruciating pain.

Even his face was getting pale.

“It hurts more than I expected, but I must hold on.”

Caspian clenched his jaw and once again drew.

With each stroke, the pain would increase by a notch.

Not only that, every soreness was different than before.

Some were like the pain of peeling, some felt as if he had broken a limb, some as if he was dropped into ice, and some were like the pain of being burned alive.

Within the six hours of inscribing, Caspian felt as if he had experienced all the pain in the world.

time the inscription pattern was about to be finished, his

locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he did not

this time, as the inscription was about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm

tadpoles and appeared as if they were

a glance, it would

inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as if it

touch to the Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and blood was already

indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from gritting them too

from the pain dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to the bottom, leaving only a tiny part at the top, trickling down

“The final touch…”

as if it weighed

he had to use all of his strength to steady his

his teeth, and

seemed to ignite his heart with injustice,

lights rose from his arm, covering the

overpowering, as if all creatures would

flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come

disappeared, and the inscription pattern on

this was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath his skin,

circumstances, his arm was no different from normal, but once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and then the terrifying power belonging to

a success, and Caspian wanted to try its

was even hard for him

spot a few times, Caspian tumbled to the ground, falling

Caspian had slept for 24 hours

spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving how much energy he used

he was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared the same as

aura bursting when he activated the inscription

air even burst into

to fingertips, and a layer of dark blue dragon scales appeared from under