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

when Caspian was poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he

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

and appeared as if they

it

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

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

pain, Caspian’s

died from the pain dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that

“The final touch…”

his brush, which felt as

he had to use all of his strength to steady

this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood

scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately

from

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

could clearly see that in the blood-colored light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered

disappeared, and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s

not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it

no different from normal, but once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern

success, and Caspian wanted to try

was even hard for him to open

times, Caspian

for 24 hours in the Time

he still needed the long

Caspian woke up, he was eager to look at his

wild aura

surrounding air even burst into the

left arm crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer of dark blue dragon scales