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.

was about to be finished, his face was

and locked in the hellhole prison for a

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

tadpoles and appeared as

it would

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

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

the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth

the hourglass with great difficulty,

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed

he had to use all of his

final touch, the most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent

iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him

crimson lights rose from

was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would become small and

phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come alive, completely integrating

and the inscription pattern on

was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was

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 it would

success, and Caspian wanted to try its force

and it was even

spot a few times, Caspian tumbled to the ground,

had slept for 24 hours

with Caspian’s current powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving how much energy he used to draw

woke up, he was eager to look at

felt a wild aura bursting when

burst into

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