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.

was about to be finished, his

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

about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was almost

like tadpoles and appeared as if they were

it

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

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

pain, Caspian’s teeth

Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand

“The final touch…”

as if

all of his strength

point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood filled his nose

iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice,

instant, a group of crimson lights rose from his

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

phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern

and the inscription pattern

inscription, but it was concealed

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

and Caspian wanted to try its

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

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

had slept for 24 hours in the Time

current powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long

look at his left arm, which appeared the same

a wild aura bursting when

even burst into the

to fingertips, and a layer of dark blue dragon scales appeared