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

locked in the hellhole prison

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

runes were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they were

glance, it

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

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

pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from

at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to the bottom, leaving only a tiny part at the top, trickling

“The final touch…”

brush, which felt as

use all of his strength to

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

ignite his heart with injustice, filling him

rose from his arm, covering the entire front of his left

overpowering, as if all creatures would become small

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

and the inscription pattern

not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it

Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on

Caspian wanted to

was even hard for

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

24 hours

needed the long rest, proving how much energy he used to

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

a wild aura bursting when he activated the inscription

even burst into the sound

his elbow to fingertips, and a layer of dark