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.

pattern was about to be

the hellhole prison for a year, he did

be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was almost

and

glance, it would

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

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

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

he might have died from the pain dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most

“The final touch…”

his brush, which felt as

use all of his

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

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

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

a beam of light, it was highly overpowering,

the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come alive, completely

and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s arm

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

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

and Caspian wanted to try its force

was even hard for

spot a few times, Caspian

24 hours in

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

at his left arm, which

wild aura bursting when he activated

air even burst into the sound of

fingertips, and a