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.

the time the inscription pattern was about to be finished, his

hellhole prison for a year, he did not

as the inscription was about to be completed, Caspian’s

were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if

it would terrify

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

Caspian mumbled, and

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

person, 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…”

which felt as if

he had to use all of his

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

with injustice, filling

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

of light, it was highly overpowering, as if all

the phantom of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if

second, the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s arm swiftly

not the disappearance of the body inscription,

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

inscription was a success, and Caspian

was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard for him

a few times, Caspian tumbled to the

for 24 hours

the long rest,

was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared the same

immediately felt a wild aura bursting

even burst

arm crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer