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.

the time the inscription pattern was about to be finished, his face was as pale as a

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

inscription was about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was almost covered by

were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they were

it

revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as if it were full of

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

indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke

pain dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had

“The final touch…”

brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands of

time, he had to use all of

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

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

lights rose from his arm, covering the entire front of

just a beam of light, it was highly overpowering, as if all

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

second, the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern

body inscription, but it was concealed

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

success, and Caspian wanted

was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard for

swaying on the spot a few times, Caspian tumbled

for 24 hours in the Time Warp

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

woke up, he was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared

a wild aura bursting when he activated the

surrounding air even burst into the sound of

and a layer of dark blue