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 finished,

locked in the hellhole prison for

to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was almost

were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as

it would terrify

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

Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and blood was already dripping

Caspian’s teeth

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

“The final touch…”

brush, which felt as

all of his strength to steady

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

of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making

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

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

phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with

the inscription pattern on

body inscription, but it was concealed underneath his skin,

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

a success, and Caspian wanted

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

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

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current powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving how

to look at his left arm, which

felt a wild aura bursting when he activated the

burst into

to fingertips, and a layer of