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 face was as

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

was about to be completed,

were twisted like tadpoles and

a glance, it would terrify

they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as if it

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

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

an ordinary person, he might have died 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

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands of

to use all of his

gritted his

seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately drop

of crimson lights rose from

it was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would

the blood-colored light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come

and the inscription pattern on

knew that this was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed

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 it

a success, and Caspian wanted to

exhausted, and it was even hard

times, Caspian tumbled to the ground, falling into a deep

24 hours in the Time

still needed the long rest, proving how

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

a wild aura bursting

surrounding air even burst

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