Half an hour later, the two had eaten and drunk their fill, recovering most of their strength. Shiryu of the Rain took out a cigar and handed it to Nangong Yan.
Nangong Yan accepted it and put it between his lips. A wisp of Solar True Flame rose from his fingertip, lighting it. He took a deep drag, then exhaled a stream of smoke like a sharp arrow.
"This stuff really packs a punch. You've got quite the taste, Shiryu."
Shiryu of the Rain smiled but said nothing.
"Let's go. To Impel Down's Infinite Hell."
"Captain, we should cut off the Infinite Hell's surveillance first. That'll make things easier."
"Fine. The surveillance room first, then Infinite Hell." Nangong Yan floated up and rested a hand on Shiryu of the Rain's shoulder. His Mangekyō Sharingan activated, and a spatial vortex appeared. Their bodies warped and twisted before vanishing into the vortex.
Impel Down's sixth level, Infinite Hell, held criminals who were either utterly wicked, powerful felons, or perhaps both.
Infinite Hell was exceptionally dark. Every cell was hidden in darkness, with only a faint glimmer of light along the corridors.
The prisoners held here not only wore Seastone handcuffs, but were also regularly injected with special toxins that severely weakened even the strongest among them, leaving them utterly unable to resist.
Infinite Hell was incomparably dark and unbearably dull. Almost everyone here was kept in solitary confinement, trapped in their cells day after day without ever seeing sunlight. Their only entertainment was teasing, mocking, and cursing one another.
Today, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside Infinite Hell. The prisoners, bored out of their minds, either woke from sleep or stopped their taunts and curses, nearly all turning their eyes toward the corridor.
There was nothing here but boredom. The prisoners