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 inscription pattern was about to be

the hellhole prison for a year, he did not look this

was about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm

tadpoles and appeared as if they were

glance, it would

inscription revealed an ancient,

Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and

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

an ordinary person, he might have died from the pain dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most

“The final touch…”

brush, which felt as if it

had to use all of his strength

gritted his teeth,

strong scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice,

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

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

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

next second, the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern on

disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath his

Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and then the

success, and Caspian wanted to try its

was extremely exhausted, and it was even

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

slept for 24 hours in

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

Caspian woke up, he was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared the

a wild aura bursting when he activated

even burst into the

a layer of dark blue dragon scales appeared from under his