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

was poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he did not

was about to be

were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if

a glance, it would

inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as

one final touch to the Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled,

Caspian’s teeth almost broke from gritting

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

“The final touch…”

felt as

to use all

final touch, the most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth,

seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with

from his arm, covering the entire front of

light, it was highly overpowering,

in the blood-colored light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and

next second, the light disappeared, and the inscription

knew that this was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but

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 the terrifying power belonging to it

success, and Caspian wanted to try its force

it was even hard for him to

swaying on the spot a few times, Caspian tumbled

for 24 hours

needed the long rest, proving how much energy he

woke up, he was eager to look at his left arm,

immediately felt a wild aura bursting when he activated

air even burst into

crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer