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 face was as pale as

and locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he did

be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was almost covered by

tadpoles and appeared

it would terrify

the runes closely, they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as

Caspian mumbled, and blood was already

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

the hourglass with great difficulty, and

“The final touch…”

which felt as if

this time, he had to use all

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

seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy

rose from his arm,

of light, it was highly overpowering,

clearly see that in the blood-colored light, the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the

next second, the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern

body inscription, but

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

was a success, and Caspian

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

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

for 24 hours in the Time

still needed the long rest,

at his left arm, which

wild aura bursting when he activated

even burst into the sound

crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer of dark blue dragon scales appeared from under his