"This really is like a different world in every level of the Abyss, ugh, disgusting..."
Lu Ping'an pulled his foot out of the mire, furrowing his brow and wearing a look of displeasure.
Ever since he entered this seventh layer, the rain had not stopped, alternating between heavy showers and torrential downpours.
On his body, on the ground, even his underwear had never dried... Lu Ping'an had inadvertently walked into a bog of mud, slid down three or four meters straight, and became utterly trapped in the swamp.
Ordinary people would have long since died in this environment, as the mud and rain both carried toxins that could corrode mortals, yet Lu Ping'an still complained about his boots and trousers being completely soaked—it was very uncomfortable to wear.
The others were already inside the courtyard; if this environment was a disaster for Lu Ping'an, it was an apocalypse for the rest.
