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

hellhole prison for a

was about to be

runes were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they

a glance, it would terrify

the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as

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

indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from gritting them too

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

“The final touch…”

his brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands of

use all of his strength

his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood filled his

heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him

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

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

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

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

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

once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its

success, and Caspian wanted

was

on the spot a few times, Caspian tumbled to the ground,

Caspian had slept for 24 hours in the Time Warp

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

look at his left arm, which appeared the

aura bursting when he activated the

air even burst into

left arm crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer