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

and locked in the hellhole prison for a

time, as the inscription was about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was almost covered

runes were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if

glance, it

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

one final touch to the Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and blood was already dripping from

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

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 of the fine sand had fallen

“The final touch…”

as if it

all

his

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

crimson lights rose from his arm, covering the

beam of light, it was highly overpowering, as if all

light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the

the

of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath

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

Caspian wanted to try its force

he was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard for him to

times, Caspian tumbled to the ground,

time, Caspian had slept for 24

needed the long

to look at his left arm, which appeared the same as

a wild aura bursting

air even burst

arm crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a