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.

inscription pattern was about to be finished, his face was as

poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for a year,

to be completed,

were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as

a glance, it would

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

Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled,

endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth

it were an ordinary person, he might have died from the pain dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands

to use all of

Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell

iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately drop

a group of crimson lights rose from his

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

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

and the inscription pattern

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

Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his

success, and Caspian wanted to try its force

and it was even hard for him to open

swaying on the spot a few times, Caspian tumbled

24 hours

he still needed the long rest, proving how much

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

felt a wild aura

air even burst

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