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,

was poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for

be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was

twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they

a glance, it would terrify

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

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

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

Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most

“The final touch…”

his brush, which felt as if it

to use all of

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

strong scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately drop the final

a group of crimson lights rose from his

overpowering,

dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as

the inscription

inscription, but it was concealed underneath his skin,

body was stimulated, its

success, and Caspian wanted

it was

on the spot a few times, Caspian

for 24 hours in

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

look at his left arm, which appeared

Caspian immediately felt a wild aura bursting

even burst into the

and a layer