Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 143 For Freedom! (asking for monthly ticket)
In that dark and damp cell.

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

His body was hunched and his skin was loose and dull, as if all the vitality had been drained out of him by the endless years of imprisonment.

The tattered prison uniform he was wearing hung loosely on his skinny body, swaying slightly with his gentle breathing.

Suddenly, the ceiling began to shake violently. The originally solid brick and stone structure seemed to have lost its support and began to shake like jelly.

This strange scene caused a hint of surprise to flash across the Red Earl's originally empty eyes. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the shaking ceiling with great curiosity.

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

The lightning in the shape of a playing card club quickly emerged from the cut wall like a ghost!
Lightning's eyes quickly swept towards the Red Earl in the cell. Without the slightest hesitation, her two arms instantly transformed into scissors flashing with a cold metallic luster.

With a flash of her body, she quickly moved to the prison door and swung her arm vigorously. The seemingly extremely solid prison door was easily cut open horizontally by her!

The Red Earl looked at the scene in front of him, and the smile in his eyes became even more intense.

He stood up slowly, and despite his weak body, his eyes revealed an excitement and anticipation that was hard to conceal.

He stretched out his hand, his dry fingers trembling slightly, longing for the coming freedom.

Without even a moment's pause, Lightning used the power of the Scissor Fruit on the seastone shackles on the Red Earl's wrists and anklets.

With a slight sound of metal breaking, the seastone shackles that bound the Red Earl 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 that Yu Xiaozi gave you, take it."

The Red Earl looked at the knife, a gleam in his eyes. He slowly reached out his hand, took the knife, and gently stroked the blade. "It's a good knife, a bit like the one of Xiliu of Rain."

The Red Count read Lightning's memory, his eyes gleaming, "I understand!"

He looked at Lightning again, "Then, let my old bones shine once more!"

"The Lone Red. Come!"

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

A group of transsexuals huddled together tightly, their bodies shivering violently and uncontrollably in the severe cold. Most of them had fatigue and fear on their faces, their lips were frozen purple, their teeth were chattering, and their exhaled breath instantly condensed into white mist in the air.

They followed Ivankov at a staggering pace, the snow under their feet crunching, and every step seemed so difficult and heavy.

In front of them, rows of prison cells stood eerily and terrifyingly, their outer walls covered with long ice crystals. These ice crystals were like sharp fangs, flashing cold light in the dim light.

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

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

Some prisoners held their heads with their hands and huddled in the corner, as if trying in vain to resist the invasion of cold. Some prisoners opened their mouths, as if making silent shouts, their frozen expressions filled with despair and helplessness.

However, these prisoners had extremely strong physiques and survived tenaciously despite being frozen into ice sculptures.

Every day, the air conditioner in the cell would start at a fixed time, releasing weak heat to slowly melt the ice on their bodies. But this short-lived warmth was the biggest mockery of the city.

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

The biting cold would quickly strike again and freeze them into ice sculptures again, over and over again, making them suffer in the alternation of ice and fire, unable to live or die.

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

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

Next to the rows of cells is a jailer's room that emits visible heat.

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

The distance of only a few hundred meters is like the difference between hell and heaven.

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

The jailers were stunned by the sudden attack. They stood up in panic, the playing cards in their hands scattered all over the floor, their faces full of fear and helplessness.

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

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 nails flashing with cold light coming towards their bodies.

In an instant, screams rang out from the jailer's room.

Ivankov's nails rained down on the jailers, whose bodies were like broken sandbags, being beaten to the ground.

Before long, all the jailers were severely injured by Ivankov and fell to the ground, unable to move.

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

He bent down and quickly searched the waists of the jailers for the key, while her shemale brothers started the heating system of the cell.

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

In the cell, the prisoners who were frozen into ice sculptures gradually began to thaw in the warm air.

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

At this moment, Ivankov strode to the cell, raised the key in his hand high and shouted loudly!
"Everyone! Come with us and embrace the sea!"

"for freedom!"

The prisoners' eyes were filled with tears, "For freedom"

(End of this chapter)