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.

be finished,

the hellhole

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

were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as

it would terrify

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

Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and blood was already dripping from the corner of his

Caspian’s teeth almost broke

glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to the bottom, leaving only

“The final touch…”

his brush, which felt as

he had to use all of his

gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of

ignite his heart with injustice, filling

rose from his arm, covering the entire front

highly overpowering,

of a giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern

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

this was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath

Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern

and Caspian wanted to try its

exhausted, and it was even hard for

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

for 24 hours

Caspian’s current powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving

up, he was eager to look at his left arm, which appeared

Caspian immediately felt a wild aura bursting when

surrounding air even burst into

fingertips, and a layer of dark blue