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.

to be finished, his face was as

was poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for a year,

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

like tadpoles and appeared as

glance, it

if one looked at the runes closely, they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless

Caspian mumbled, and blood was already dripping from

Caspian’s teeth almost

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,

“The final touch…”

as if it

this time, he had to use all of his strength

his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood filled his

strong scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately drop the

a group of crimson lights rose from his arm, covering the entire front

light, it was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would become

dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come alive, completely

and the inscription pattern

of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath his skin, hidden in

once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and then

was a success, and Caspian

he was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard

a few times, Caspian

had slept for 24 hours in the

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

look at his left

wild aura bursting when he activated

burst into

fingertips, and a layer of dark blue