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 was

locked in the hellhole

inscription was about to be completed,

and

it

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

Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and blood was already dripping from

order to endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from

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

“The final touch…”

as if

all of his strength to steady his

gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood

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

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

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

the blood-colored light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription

next second, the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern

disappearance of the body inscription,

different from normal, but once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated,

and Caspian wanted to try its

and it was even hard

on the spot a few times, Caspian tumbled to

24 hours in the Time Warp

he still needed the long rest, proving

at

wild aura bursting when he

burst into the

crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer of dark