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.

to be finished, his face was as pale as

and locked in the hellhole

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

were twisted like tadpoles and

it would terrify

the runes closely, they would feel the body inscription revealed

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

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

dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed

all of his

most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth,

of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling

of crimson lights rose from his

it was highly overpowering, as if all

dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if

disappeared, and the

that this was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath his skin, hidden in his

different from normal, but once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was

was a success, and Caspian wanted to try its force

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

spot a few times, Caspian tumbled to

Caspian had slept for 24

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

at his left arm,

felt a wild aura

even burst into the sound

a layer of dark blue dragon scales appeared from under his