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

Caspian was poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for

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

tadpoles and appeared

it would

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

mumbled, and blood was already dripping from the corner of

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

with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand

“The final touch…”

which felt as

he had to use all of his strength

this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent

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

rose from his arm, covering

it was highly overpowering, as if all creatures

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

next second, the light disappeared, and the

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

once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and then the

was a success, and Caspian wanted to try

was even hard for him to open

few times, Caspian tumbled to the ground, falling

time, Caspian had slept for 24

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

to look at his left arm, which

Caspian immediately felt a wild aura

even burst

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