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.

was about to be finished,

locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he did not look

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

and appeared as if they were

a glance, it would

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

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

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

hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to the

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands

had to use all

his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood filled his nose

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

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

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

the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with

light disappeared, and the inscription

inscription, but it was concealed underneath his skin, hidden

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

Caspian wanted to try its force

was even hard for him to open his

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

24 hours in the

spirit, he still needed the long

look at his left arm, which appeared the same

felt a wild aura bursting when he

even burst into the sound

crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a