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

locked in the hellhole

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

tadpoles and appeared

glance, it

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

to the Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled,

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

dozens of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to the bottom, leaving only a tiny

“The final touch…”

his brush, which felt as

this time, he had to use all of his

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

ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making

from his arm, covering the

just a beam of light, it was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would become small and

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

the light disappeared, and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s

knew that this was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but

Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and then the terrifying power belonging to

a success, and Caspian wanted

and it was even hard for him

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

24 hours

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

woke up, he was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared the same as

aura bursting when he activated the inscription

burst into the sound

crackled from his elbow to fingertips, and a layer of dark blue