Advance to City Lv3 Hunger Hell.

The dry air seemed to be boiling, forming twisting waves, and hot air continued to rise from the ground.

Wilde stepped barefoot on the ground, and wisps of white smoke billed out from between the ground and the soles of his feet.

"Whew... Whe..."

"This heat... From the next layer of scorching hell...? ”

Wild frowned, the hot environment made him instinctively uncomfortable, and the soles of his feet had begun to reddened and burned due to the high temperature of the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that the natural Devil Fruit would keep the body of the capable person in a state of elementalization, I am afraid that these hot ground would not be burning the water in the swamp at this time, but the flesh on the soles of his feet.

Despite this, Wild could still feel that he was taking damage, and although it was not a big deal, it didn't matter if it was okay for a while, just because he stayed for a long time would be fine.

"Restraint?" Wilde thought for a moment, the elementalization carried by the swamp fruit itself seemed to be affected by the high temperature, and at this time it could not make his body completely in a state of elementalization, at least... About 3% of his body is still in the possibility of not being elementalized.

Even so, this influence can also be stifled under the control of Wild, after all, it is only the restraint brought by the environment, although it is somewhat affected, but it is never as direct as the restraint on the attack.

"Is the weakness of the ability the heat...? That's not good. Wilde said this, but there was no worry on his face.

Wilder knows that each Devil Fruit ability has its corresponding weaknesses, some are afraid of water, some are afraid of fire, and if the weakness of his Devil Fruit ability is high temperature, then it means that even without the blessing of the armed color domineering, attacks carrying high temperature can hit his entity.

"If you try something like this, won't you know..."Expressionless as if it had nothing to do with him, Wild directly lifted a hot floor tile and smashed it down on his left hand!

"Bang!"

The left hand that was hit by the floor tiles instantly turned into a swamp and scattered, splashing everywhere.

"It hurts, it's ......" Wild's eyes flickered, and as he spoke, the scattered swamp surged back to his wrist and turned back to his left hand.

"Scrapes..."

Looking at a vague abrasion on the back of his hand that didn't even have blood, Wild smiled deeply.

Other words...

The attack of high temperature does not completely make his elementalization useless, restraint exists, this is nature, the swamp itself will lose water under the scorching, and the swamp that has completely lost its water can no longer be called a swamp.

But to do this, it must be extremely high temperature and continuous time, although the swamp will lose water in the high temperature, but it will not be able to drain in a while, although the impact of a momentary heat attack has the effect of restraint, it is not enough to deprive Wild and Wild of the swamp elementalization.

As for the abrasion, it was the effect of restraint.

After figuring it out, WILD Flavors stopped paying attention to the issue and looked at the LV3 environment instead.

Scorching heat, this is the eternal theme of the Hunger Hell, and the extreme heat rising from the scorching hell beneath the ground makes the whole Hunger Hell look more like a steamer.

It's just that this steamer is not steaming food, but a group of vicious criminals.

Prison cages, stone walls, crosses, dried corpses... constitutes the brutal face and status quo of the starving hell.

Hunger is silent, whether dead or alive, not to mention the dead, the living is doing everything to save energy.

Here, even talking is an attrition.

The whole hunger hell is no longer visible except for the cages divided by tall gray buildings.

Wilde wasn't going to stay here for long, in fact it was much better for him than it was in his own cage.

The heat made Wild Wild uncomfortable, and he wasn't here to visit, but to prepare for the passage between lv3 and lv4, and then return to lv2 to carry out another plan.

With the experience of creating a lv2.5 swamp hell, Wilde didn't have to delay, and opened a hidden crack in the ground according to the same method, and after releasing the swamp, Wilder manipulated the swamp into the crack with all his might.

Assimilation begins!

Wild's ability to control and assimilate swamps is much better than it was at the beginning, and the assimilation environment is no longer as difficult as before.

A large amount of swamp quickly poured into the ground, and the stones in the cracks gradually assimilated into the swamp, a process that was not fast, but continuous.

But after all, this is a huge project, which cannot be completed in a day or two, and in order to avoid being discovered by video bugs and jailers, Wild and Wild cannot stay where he is.

Thus, when the inner swamp of the underground had gained a larger size, Wild and Wild disconnected from the swamp.

Then he turned into a swamp and followed the wall through the swamp hell and returned to Lv2.

"So... Let's start another plan. There was a hint of anticipation in Wild's eyes.

Turning and walking into the depths, Wilder was in Egger's cell through the swamp passage.

The two of them said something, and the expression on Egg's face obviously changed, and his eyes flickered.

"Uh-huh, hehe... You don't have a choice. Wilder let out a low laugh as he looked at Egg's expression, and then, regardless of Egger's reaction, his body instantly turned into a swamp and poured into the passage.

A few days later, a legend that has been enduring in the city of Advance suddenly spreads again in the lv2 beast hell.

The prisoner in lv2, Egger, disappeared quietly.

An invitation from the devil!

Everyone instantly thought of this legend that was circulating in the city.

Rumors stop at the wise, and this kind of thing never happens to a group of prisoners who eat and wait for death, on the contrary, rumors will become worse in the mouths of this group of criminals, and then spread after adding fuel and vinegar.

For them, all this is a hard-won spice of boring prison life, so they will not let go of the slightest opportunity.

The story that comes out of one's own mouth is always different, and it can bring a great sense of honor, especially after the story has been highly praised by other inmates.

Wilde silently watched as the story evolved into a version that he hadn't even thought of himself, a smile creeping across his face.

"Uh-huh, hehe... Pass it on, the more exciting the story, the better. ”

Turning around, his body turned into a mire and burrowed into the cracks in the ground.