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

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

the inscription was about to be completed,

twisted like tadpoles and appeared

glance, it

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

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

order to endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth

it were an ordinary person, he might have died from the pain dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it

all of his strength to steady

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

to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making

a group of crimson lights rose from his

was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would become

of a giant dragon flickered and

next second, the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s

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

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

was a success, and Caspian wanted to try

it was even hard for

Caspian tumbled to the ground, falling into

slept for 24 hours in the

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

was eager to look at his left

felt a wild aura bursting when he activated the inscription

even burst into

left arm crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a