Double Hell, Deep Blue Hell, a hand suddenly appeared at the edge of the cliff. Just by using the strength of her fingers to leave imprints on the soft sea mud, Youmo climbed up with only one hand, while her other hand held Ash's waist, as if a chef was carrying a weak Lala Fat.
Ash glanced back down, at this moment the cracks of the world were no longer visible, the entire Desolate Hell was overflowing with gray-white paste, and moreover, this paste was still creeping upwards, like the colors of Hell had fallen, turning into piles of dismal gray.
Not only Desolate Hell, now the entirety of Level Six of Hell has lost color, black and white interwoven, gray becomes the sole hue. Only Ash and others still maintain their original colors, but with a glance, one can find the surface of Ash and Youmo constantly emitting phantasmal glow, this seemingly splendid special effect is actually a signal of their constant weakening, and they fade each minute, second.
