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

hellhole prison for a year, he did not look this

be completed, Caspian’s left

like tadpoles and appeared as if they

it would terrify

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

one final touch to the Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and

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

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 fine sand had fallen to the bottom, leaving only a tiny

“The final touch…”

which felt as if it

all of his strength

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

ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and

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

it was highly overpowering, as

a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had

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

the disappearance of the body inscription,

circumstances, his arm was no different from normal, but once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear

and Caspian wanted to try

exhausted, and it was even hard for him to open

the spot a few times, Caspian

slept for 24 hours

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

woke up, he was eager to look at

a wild aura bursting when he activated the

air even burst

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