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.

time the inscription pattern was about to be finished, his face

in the hellhole prison for a year, he did not

the inscription was about to be completed,

and appeared as if they

a glance, it would terrify

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

mumbled, and blood was already

pain, Caspian’s teeth

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 most of the fine sand had fallen to the bottom,

“The final touch…”

felt as if it weighed thousands

use all of his

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

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

instant, a group of crimson lights rose from his arm,

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

giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come

the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s arm swiftly

not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath his

was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and then the terrifying power belonging to it

a success, and Caspian wanted to

exhausted, and it was even hard for him to open

swaying on the spot a few times, Caspian

slept for 24 hours

Caspian’s current powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving how much energy he used to

Caspian woke up, he was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared the

wild aura bursting when he

surrounding air even burst into

fingertips, and a layer of dark blue dragon scales