There was boiling hot fire slurry in the huge iron pot, and the flames were burning on the tall buildings, and the collapsed stone bridges, houses, and floors were filled with flames.

With a heat wave sweeping and a sea of blood and fire reflecting the color of scarlet, this is a world with fire and blood as the theme - Scorching Hell!

A network of prisons is formed by a number of tall buildings and bridges, and beneath these buildings and bridges are huge iron pots and a sea of fire filled with fiery broth.

Wilde was now standing in the aisle outside the cage, looking out at the fire at the bottom and the prisoners on the bridge who were laboring to carry timber.

The wide bridge made the prisoners who were carrying timber look like ants, ants struggling to survive.

From time to time, a prisoner could not stand the scorching air and oppressive atmosphere, and threw down the wood to escape, but before he could run a few steps, he was thrown off the bridge by a huge creature and fell into the huge iron pot below, without even a single wave.

"That guy... If I'm not mistaken, it should be one of the four jailer beasts. ”

Wilde looked at the scene below, his face expressionless, but he already knew in his heart that things were a little difficult.

It can be said that in terms of the combat power of the prison side alone, among all the floors of the Advance City, the Scorching Hell is definitely the first deservedly.

Not only is the office of the chief of the prison in the city set up on this level, but the chief jailer and the four jailer beasts under her command are also on this level, no matter which one they take, they are extremely terrifying characters.

Wilder looked at the sea of fire below, and could barely find a place that wasn't hit by the flames, maybe there was, but at least he couldn't see it.

The plan to open up lv4 to lv5 has not yet been implemented, and it has already made Wild Wild have a feeling that they have no way to get started.

Standing there in contemplation for a moment, Wild's eyes flickered as he looked at the prisoners on the bridge below.

Grinning silently, Wilde leaped forward, and the whole person fell downward.

"Da!"

Landing to the smallest possible sound, Wild's feet stepped on a protruding building, his legs bent slightly, slowing the force of the shock of the landing.

At this time, Wild's eyes were parallel to the guardrail of the bridge, and the man was well hidden under the cover of the guardrail.

On the bridge are prisoners carrying huge pieces of wood, and Wild is like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

The mire silently climbed up the guardrail, and the passing prisoners knew nothing about it.

Wild's eyes were like poisonous snakes, watching the inmates come and go, and he would strike at the slightest opportunity.

Quietly hibernating and waiting is to be able to hit the target with one hit.

Soon, one of the prisoners came within Wild's target range, and the swamp swelled silently against the guardrails and headed behind them.

"Gollum!" The speed of the swamp's flow gradually increased under the control of Wild.

"What sound?" The prisoner stopped in confusion.

"Gollum!" The swamp attached to the guardrail suddenly erupted, surging up before the prisoner could come to his senses, enveloping his body in an instant.

"Woo...!" Under the frightened eyes of the prisoner, the swamp dragged him and instantly threw him off the bridge.

The timing was just right, and no one noticed that there was one prisoner missing from the bridge.

"Click!" After a while, the sound of the handcuffs being untied sounded somewhere under the bridge.

Wearing a prisoner's suit and handcuffs from Hailou stone, Wilde appeared on the bridge at some point.

Beneath the lowered face was a suppressed smile, and like the other prisoners, carrying a long thick log, Wilde quietly blended in.

As he walked forward, a pair of eyes were watching, and Wild's goal was to find places that would allow him to settle down and fit to reach lv5.

The heat gushing from below gave a sense of extreme irritability, and Wild's gaze was calm, following in the footsteps of the prisoner in front of him, his face always hanging down, to avoid being noticed.

Along the way, the sound of angry curses and the popping of prisoners falling into the iron pot continued to reach Wild's ears.

Wild, with a blank face, followed the other prisoners.

Here, the most valuable thing is the life of the prisoner, and Wild, as a member of it, can only silently watch this happen.

Wild and Wild were still unable to maintain a good condition in this environment that was already restrained by him, and the sweat that appeared on his face and then quickly evaporated made Wild's face gradually dry and soon showed a burn.

adjusted his breathing, still silently following the front, although he knew that it would definitely be bad for him to continue like this, but Wilde had no other way for the time being.

The oppression brought by the environment is unavoidable, as long as he wants to open up the passage of LV5, he always has to face the scorching heat.

"You guy! Is it because you want to die if you walk so slowly!? ”

"I'm sorry! Please bypass me this time! ”

"Huh? What are you talking about? Everyone is so hardworking! How can you be forgiven for being a lazy guy! ”

"Phew..."

"Smack!"

"Ahh

The sound of the whip breaking through the air was mixed with angry shouts and reached Wild's ears.

Slowing slightly, Wild looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

A grumpy jailer wields a whip and strikes a prisoner who has long since lost his life, and unlike the jailers of the Hungry Hell, the jailers of the Scorching Hell all wear half-covered hoods, leaving only below their mouths.

The cruel smile on the jailer's lips could be seen clearly even from a distance.

Wild noticed that some changes were evident to the prisoners around him.

Silence is silent defiance, but the huge fists that are clenched but never swung out make them look more like cowards than the so-called heinous criminals.

Unlike these criminals, Wilde noticed that the scolding jailer not far away pushed the body of the death row prisoner off the iron pot and then made an appointment with his colleagues to drink tonight.

"So, it's decided."

"I'm going to get you down tonight!"

"Hahaha! If you have the ability, just come! The two jailers laughed and whipped at the prisoners who were within reach.

Retracting his gaze, Wild calmly walked on.

It's just that under the lowered face, a devilish smile is gradually blooming.

"Uh-huh, hehe... Maybe I chose the wrong person to play from the beginning. ”

The eyes under the shadow were already bloodshot, hideous and excited.

"Maybe... It's time for a new identity. ”