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.

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

hellhole prison for

time, as the inscription was about to be

and appeared as if

a glance, it would

looked at the runes closely, they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild,

Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and blood

the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost

difficulty, and he

“The final touch…”

which felt as if it weighed thousands

this time, he had to use all

gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood filled his nose

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

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

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

in the blood-colored light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come

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

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

was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his

was a success, and Caspian

it was even hard for him to

swaying on the spot a few times, Caspian tumbled to the ground, falling into a deep

for 24 hours in

still needed the long rest,

at his

aura bursting

even burst into the sound of

elbow to fingertips, and a layer of dark blue dragon scales