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.

about to be finished, his face

hellhole prison for a

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

and appeared as if they

a glance, it would terrify

one looked at the runes closely, they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient,

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

order to endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from gritting them too

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

“The final touch…”

his brush, which felt as if it weighed

he had to use all of his strength

final touch, the most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a

his heart with injustice,

of crimson lights rose from his arm,

beam of light, it was highly overpowering,

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

and the inscription pattern

inscription, but it was

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

and Caspian wanted

he was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard for him to open his

swaying on the spot a few times, Caspian tumbled to the ground, falling

time, Caspian had slept for 24 hours in

strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest,

at his left

felt a wild aura bursting when

even burst

from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer of