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 as pale

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

be completed, Caspian’s left forearm

tadpoles and appeared as

glance, it would terrify

revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as if it were

mumbled, and blood was already dripping from the

indescribable pain, Caspian’s

at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed

“The final touch…”

felt as if it

this time, he had to use all

most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent

his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately drop the

lights rose from his arm, covering the entire

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

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

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

inscription, but it was

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

success, and Caspian wanted

was even hard for him

a few times, Caspian tumbled

for 24 hours in the

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

was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared the

wild aura bursting when he

air even burst into the sound of

to fingertips, and a layer of dark blue dragon scales appeared from under his