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 finished, his face was as pale

hellhole prison

about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm

runes were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they were

it would terrify

the body inscription revealed an

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

indescribable pain, Caspian’s

with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands

he had to use all of his strength to steady his

his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood

his heart with injustice, filling him with energy

of crimson lights rose from his

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

giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come alive, completely

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

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

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

success, and Caspian wanted to try its force

was

times, Caspian tumbled

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

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

aura

even burst into

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