Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Su Jin, Zhao Hai, Lei Xing, and Li Tianran, who had been hovering on the sidelines, also joined the battle.

Su Jin's longsword continuously unleashed waves of blade energy from a distance of seven or eight meters from the Mirror Master, which was the furthest point she could launch an attack.

She doesn't have the abnormal physique of Chen Ye and Lei Xing. If she were to be hit by the Mirror Master, she would be half-dead, if not killed.

Zhao Hai cut in from the left side of the Mirror Master, his iron fists relentlessly striking the Mirror Master's body, one punch after another, like a tireless pile driver, each punch leaving a deeper mark on the wound.

He was completely fearless. His only real strength was his pair of iron fists. If the Mirror Master's attack landed on any other part of his body, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Li Tianran's figure flashed out from behind the mirror master.

His two daggers simultaneously pierced the wounds inflicted on the Mirror Master by Chen Ye and Gu Qinghuan, the tips of the blades penetrating nearly two centimeters. Then he pulled them out, and the next second he appeared on the Mirror Master's left side, piercing the wounds again with his two daggers.

He has an agility-oriented S-rank talent, and among those present, his agility attribute is undoubtedly the highest, even higher than Jiang Ning's. His attacks do not pursue single-hit damage, but rather frequency and accuracy.

Lei Xing also rushed to the Mirror Master's side and engaged in close combat. With Chen Ye restraining him and his own tankiness, the Mirror Master could not inflict a fatal wound on him.

At that moment, all the ranged attacks from the rear also erupted.

The black energy swirling around Wen Ning's hands suddenly erupted, the black mist spreading from her palms to her entire arm, like two black pythons coiling around her forearms.

She slammed her hands on the ground.

"Shadow Assassin!"

Black mist surged from her palm into the mirrored floor tiles, spreading rapidly along the cracks in the ground towards the mirror's owner.

The next second, several black spikes formed from shadows shot out from the ground beside the Mirror Master's feet.

These black spikes did not pierce the mirror owner; instead, they softened and coiled upwards along the mirror owner's legs.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The rope was wrapped from the ankles to the knees, and from the knees to the thighs, firmly locking the subject's legs in place.

The mirror owner suddenly stopped in his tracks.

It tried to take a step, and the restraints on its legs suddenly tightened, making a creaking sound, but they did not break.

The mirror master's three heads simultaneously turned towards Wen Ning's direction.

Wen Ning's hands were still pressed on the ground, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Jiang Ning finally fired the arrow.

The arrow, enveloped in a pale blue halo, transformed into a streak of blue light, heading straight for the wound on the Mirror Master's chest that had been repeatedly attacked.

He continuously drew his bow and shot arrows, the arrows never stopping.

Wang Ze also stepped out from the crowd, gripping his sword with both hands, and slashed at the Mirror Master in front of him.

"Gravity Field!"

An invisible gravitational field instantly enveloped the Mirror Master, causing its body to sink sharply, and the restraints on its legs tightened once more.

Under the combined control of Wang Ze and Wen Ning, the Mirror Master was pinned to the spot and unable to move.

"What are you waiting for? Fight!"

Wang Ze's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

At that moment, everyone in the square who possessed ranged attack capabilities made their move.

Qin Zhaoyang raised his crossbow, the blue luster on the crossbow arm flowing to its fullest extent.

Explosive arrows were fired in rapid succession.

Three short arrows, enveloped in a pale red glow, were fired in quick succession, precisely piercing the wound on the subject's chest.

Zhou Yating's ice arrow technique never stopped.

An ice-blue arrow shot from her fingertips.

At the same time, attacks from others also arrived.

Some shot arrows, some unleashed spinning wind blades, and some blasted burning fireballs.

Various colored skill lights rose and fell in the night.

Arrows, wind blades, fireballs, and ice arrows flew towards the Mirror Master from all directions of the plaza.

Most of the attacks landed on the Mirror Master's heavy armor, leaving nothing behind, but those attacks that precisely hit the wound tore open new gaps in the widening crack with each strike.

The Mirror Master's three heads rose up simultaneously, his six arms were raised high above his head, and his six weapons crossed in the night sky.

It is attempting to activate some kind of skill.

However, Wen Ning's shadow binding firmly fixed its legs to the ground, and Wang Ze's gravity field suppressed its body.

The mirror owner was unable to break free for a moment.

Its six arms slowly descended under the pressure of the gravitational field, with the tips of the six weapons pointing towards the ground.

The silvery-white behemoth finally lowered its three proud heads.

It was suppressed.

It has been suppressed, at least for the time being.

The level 8 passengers in the square, although most of their attacks could not cause effective damage to the Mirror Master.

But even if only one percent of the attacks hit that wound, little by little, it can accumulate and eventually lead to a qualitative change.

The scene resembled a raiding team attempting to defeat the final boss of a dungeon.

In the plaza, the passengers with level 8 melee talents still did not make a move.

They stood there, watching the light of the skills flicker in the night, and watching the eight-meter-tall silver-white behemoth retreat step by step under their attacks.

Their fists clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

Some people are hesitant about whether to rush forward, some are waiting for a more suitable opportunity, and some are simply too afraid to take that step.

Most of them just hoped that Chen Ye and his group could kill the BOSS so that they could safely get through this survival trial.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that, just as they hoped, the BOSS is suffering a series of defeats.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the battle unfold before them.

"At this rate, the BOSS will be taken down by the strategist sooner or later. This trial can be considered a close call."

Wang Shuo's voice carried a hint of relaxation as he planted the axe on the ground and placed his hands on the top of the axe handle.

Li Zheng stood beside him, his gaze also following the figure constantly moving around the Mirror Master, and nodded slightly: "It should be about right. Chen Ye still has items he hasn't used. If he uses them, his combat power will increase to another level. Once the BOSS is no longer viable, Chen Ye should activate the item harvesting."

Wang Shuo grinned: "I didn't expect that the two of us who are good at gua sha would actually survive."

Li Zheng's lips curved slightly, and he was about to reply when he suddenly felt a cold touch on his neck.

The sensation came without warning.

It was like a cold snake coiling around his throat.

His pupils contracted sharply, his mouth opened as if to shout, but the sound was cut off in his throat as the blade of the machete against his neck had already sliced ​​through his skin, muscles, and trachea.

Blood gushed from the wound on his neck, splattering onto Wang Shuo's cheek beside him.

Wang Shuo's attention was still on the battlefield ahead when he felt some warm liquid splash onto his face.

He reached out and touched it, his fingertips touching something sticky.

is blood.