Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty

In that dark and damp cell.

A skinny old man sat quietly in the corner of the cell, his eyes blank in a daze.

His body was stooped, and his skin was loose and dull, as if all the life had been drained from him by the endless years of imprisonment.

The shabby prison clothes hanging loosely on his skinny body swayed slightly with his slight breathing.

Suddenly, the ceiling began to shake violently. The originally solid masonry structure seemed to have lost its support and became sticky and swaying like jelly.

This strange sight made the Red Earl's originally empty eyes flash with a hint of surprise. He suddenly raised his head and stared closely at the constantly shaking ceiling, very curious.

However, not long after, his frown gradually relaxed, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

The lightning in the shape of playing card plum blossoms quickly emerged from the cut wall like a ghost!

Lightning's eyes quickly glanced at the Red Earl in the cell, without any hesitation or hesitation, and her two arms instantly transformed into scissors shining with cold metallic luster.

She flashed her figure and moved quickly to the cell door. With a strong wave of her arm, she easily cut a large hole in the seemingly solid cell door!

The Red Earl looked at the scene in front of him, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

He stood up slowly. Although he was weak, his eyes showed an unconcealable excitement and expectation.

He stretched out his hand, his dry fingers trembling slightly, longing for the freedom that was about to come.

Lightning didn't pause for a moment, and used the scissors fruit ability on the sea tower stone shackles on the Red Earl's wrists and anklets.

With a slight sound of metal breaking, the sea-tower stone shackles that imprisoned the Red Count broke and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

After doing all this, Lightning took off the sword from his waist, handed it to the Red Earl, and said softly: "This is the sword Yu Xiaozi gave you, take it."

The Red Earl looked at the sword, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand, took the sword, and gently stroked the blade, "It's a good sword, a bit like the one of Shiru Ame."

The Red Earl read Lightning's memory, his eyes flashing, "I understand!"

He looked at Lightning again, "Then, let this old bone of mine shine again!"

"The solitary red. Come on!"

The biting cold wind is like thousands of ice knives, whistling wantonly in this world of ice and snow, cutting every inch of air mercilessly.

A group of shemales were tightly clustered together, their bodies shivering uncontrollably in the severe cold. Most of them had fatigue and fear on their faces, their lips were blue and blue from the cold, and their teeth were constantly trembling. , the breath he exhaled instantly condensed into white mist in the air.

They followed Ivankov hobblingly, the snow under their feet crunching, and every step seemed so difficult and heavy.

In front of them, rows of cells stood eerily and horribly. The outer walls of the cells were covered with long ice crystals. These ice crystals were like sharp fangs, shining with an icy cold light in the faint light.

Through the blurry ice, you can vaguely see that the prisoners in the cell have been frozen into ice sculptures.

Their bodies maintained various twisted postures, as if frozen in time at the most painful moment.

Some prisoners held their heads in their hands and huddled in the corner, as if resisting the cold invasion in vain. Some prisoners opened their mouths as if they were screaming silently. Their frozen expressions were full of despair and helplessness.

However, these prisoners' bodies were extremely strong. Even though they were frozen into ice sculptures, they still lived tenaciously.

Every day, the air conditioner in the cell would be turned on regularly, releasing weak heat to slowly melt the ice on their bodies.

But this short-term warmth is the biggest tease of Impel Down for them.

As the ice melts, their bodies gradually regain consciousness, but what they feel is endless pain and torture.

The biting cold will quickly hit them again, freezing them into ice sculptures again and again, making them suffer in this alternation of ice and fire, unable to survive or die.

These transvestites are most familiar with this situation, because most of them come from the extreme cold hell, were selected by lightning, and sent to the 5.5th floor.

Seeing such a scene again, the shemales trembled collectively, fearing that they would be imprisoned in such a hell again.

Next to the rows of cells, there is a jailer's room that radiates heat that is visible to the naked eye.

There was no snow around the room, and the ground was covered with snow. Through the glass, one could see the jailers in the room playing a poker game.

Just a few hundred meters apart, the difference between the cell and the jailer is like the difference between hell and heaven.

Ivankov quietly approached "Heaven" and kicked open the door!

The jailers were stunned by the sudden attack. They stood up in a panic, the playing cards in their hands scattered on the ground, their faces full of horror and confusion.

"You! Who are you!?" a jailer shouted tremblingly.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

However, Ivankov did not answer. He snorted coldly and moved quickly like a ghost. The nails of his hands drew sharp arcs in the air and attacked the jailers fiercely.

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Ivankov shouted and waved his hands. The jailers had no time to dodge and could only watch the shimmering nails heading towards his body.

In an instant, screams occurred one after another among the jailers.

Ivankov's nails fell like raindrops on the jailers' bodies, and their bodies were beaten up and down like broken sandbags.

Before long, all the jailers were seriously injured by Ivankov and collapsed on the ground unable to move.

Ivankov looked at them indifferently, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He bent down and quickly searched for the keys from the waists of the jailers, while her transsexual boys started the heating system of the cell.

With a slight buzzing sound, warm air slowly flowed into the cell.

In the cell, the bodies of the prisoners who had been frozen into ice sculptures gradually began to thaw in the warm atmosphere.

The prisoners gradually regained consciousness. They opened their eyes in confusion and looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar environment around them, their faces full of confusion and shock.

At this moment, Ivankov strode to the cell. He raised the key in his hand high and shouted loudly!

"Everyone! Come with us and embrace the sea!"

"For freedom!"

The prisoners had tears in their eyes, "For freedom."