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 pale as a

and locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he

about to be

like tadpoles and

it

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

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

endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost

with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to

“The final touch…”

which felt as if it weighed

use all

his

scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling

crimson lights rose from his arm, covering

it was highly overpowering, as if

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

light disappeared, and the inscription pattern

body inscription, but it

normal circumstances, his arm was no different from normal, but once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear

was a success, and Caspian

was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard for him

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

time, Caspian had slept for 24 hours

powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving how much

look at his left arm, which appeared the same as

a wild aura bursting when he activated

burst into the

from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer