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

and locked in the hellhole prison for a

about to be completed, Caspian’s

twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if

a glance, it

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

the Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and

to endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth

of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of

“The final touch…”

brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands

he had to use all of his strength to

gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood filled his nose and

ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with

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

light, it was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would become small and be crushed

that in the blood-colored light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and

second, the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern on

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

circumstances, his arm was no 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

Caspian wanted to try

was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard

on the spot a few times, Caspian

time, Caspian had slept for 24

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

to look at his left arm, which appeared the same

felt a wild aura bursting when he activated

air even burst into the

elbow to fingertips, and a layer