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

Caspian was poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison

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

and appeared

it would terrify

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

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

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

Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to the bottom, leaving only

“The final touch…”

as if it weighed thousands

this time, he had to use all of his strength to

his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood

scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with

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

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

the phantom of a giant dragon flickered

the inscription

the disappearance of the body inscription, but it

Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern

Caspian wanted to try its force

and it was even hard for him to open his

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

time, Caspian had slept for 24 hours in the Time Warp

Caspian’s current powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long

eager to look at his left arm, which

immediately felt a wild aura

air even burst into the sound

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