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

Chen Ye glanced back during a lull in the fighting.

Then he saw Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo stood at the back of the crowd, a silver claw protruding from his chest, its tip clutching a still-beating heart. His eyes were still open, but the light in his pupils was rapidly fading.

The six-pointed star above his head had shattered, turning into starlight that was drifting this way.

Li Zheng also fell into a pool of blood.

Chen Ye frowned. The flowing light in the six-pointed star cursor that had just merged into the BOSS's chest was the survival mark obtained by the passengers.

Previously, the BOSS absorbed the survival mark of the people it killed, and this BOSS can absorb survival marks to become stronger.

"Hai-ge! Go kill those mirror demons!"

His voice boomed through the night sky.

Zhao Hai also saw what was happening behind him, and without Chen Ye telling him, he was going to kill those mirror demons too.

He didn't speak, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his lips were pressed into a line. He pulled away from the mirror master's side and rushed towards the five silver-white figures.

"Su Jin, Lei Xing, Li Tianran, you guys go too. We can't let the Mirror Demon kill anyone else. Every time someone with a survival mark dies, the BOSS's strength will increase by one point."

Chen Ye shouted loudly at the three of them.

Su Jin, Lei Xing, and Li Tianran exchanged glances, said nothing, and followed Zhao Hai away.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and refocused on the Mirror Master in front of him, where Wang Shuo's survival mark had also been absorbed.

The Mirror Master's power increased again; its six arms, which had been suppressed, were now raised again, and its six weapons crossed in the night sky.

Wang Ze's gravitational field was trembling.

Wen Ning's shadow restraints also trembled.

Both of them were gritting their teeth and persevering, but the Mirror Master's power was growing faster than they could bear.

However, the Mirror Master was now covered in wounds, his armor was cracked everywhere, and silvery-white liquid kept seeping out from those cracks.

almost.

Chen Ye did not hesitate.

He raised his right hand, and the silver Shadow Ring on his middle finger lit up.

A blinding silver-white light exploded from the surface of the ring.

A silvery-white light spread from the ring to his palm, from his palm to his wrist, from his wrist to his entire right arm, and then covered his whole body.

A layer of silvery-white flames appeared out of thin air around his body.

That layer of flames wasn't real fire; it was a manifestation of some kind of energy.

Silvery-white flames danced on his skin, like a thin layer of armor covering his entire body.

Extreme Shadow Mode activated.

Base agility attribute increased threefold.

Chen Ye pushed off the ground with his right foot.

The mirrored floor tiles shattered beneath his feet, and his body vanished from the spot.

The next second, he appeared in front of the mirror master. The process from activation to arrival was so fast that it was almost invisible.

His right fist was already brimming with power, and the golden flames on his fist were burning to their fullest extent.

The heavy artillery was fired.

150 points of strength damage were unleashed.

The mirror owner's six arms moved simultaneously.

Six weapons attacked Chen Ye from six directions, almost twice as fast as before.

It is also getting stronger; the influx of survival marks is allowing it to break through certain constraints.

But Chen Ye was faster.

His body weaved through the gaps between the six weapons, like a snake slithering between blades.

A giant axe swept over his head, a longsword grazed his side, a giant hammer slammed down from behind him, a steel fork lifted from his feet, a spear pierced his shoulder, and a longsword cleaved down in front of him.

All six weapons missed their mark.

Chen Ye leaped up and slammed his right fist into the crack in the Mirror Master's chest that had been attacked dozens of times.

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang exploded in the square, and the shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, drawing a visible circle on the mirrored paving stones.

The mirror's subject's body suddenly leaned backward.

The crack in its chest, caused by the impact of that punch, widened from ten centimeters to nearly thirty centimeters, and silvery-white liquid gushed out from the crack, flowing down like water from a burst dam.

As its body leaned backward, it lost its balance, and the shadowy restraints on its feet imprisoned it in place. Its eight-meter-tall, silvery-white body fell straight backward.

But its six arms continued to wave as it fell.

Chen Ye didn't give it a chance to catch its breath.

His body hovered in front of the Mirror Master's chest for less than a fraction of a second. His left fist was already fully charged, and the second heavy blow slammed into the same crack, with pale golden flames exploding in the silvery-white wound.

"boom--!"

The mirror's subject's body collapsed even faster.

Its back slammed into the ground, shattering the mirrored floor tiles beneath it, with cracks spreading nearly twenty meters in all directions.

Six arms swung violently at the sides of the body, and six weapons carved deep trenches in the ground.

Chen Ye stood on its chest.

His feet were planted on the edges of the armor on either side of the crack, his body leaning slightly forward, the golden flames on his fists particularly striking in the night.

Then he started punching again and again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every punch landed on the same crack, each punch widened the crack, and each punch made the silvery-white liquid on the Mirror Master's chest spray higher.

His speed was too fast, so fast that the interval between each punch was extremely fast, so fast that the Mirror Master's six arms couldn't sweep him down from his chest in time.

He only has thirty minutes left. Once the Extreme Shadow state is over, it will be very difficult for him to kill this BOSS.

The moment the Mirror Master collapsed to the ground, Gu Qinghuan's flying knife once again pierced through the air.

The silver-white throwing knife traced a straight path in the night, so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage. It precisely pierced through the crack opened by Chen Ye's fist and disappeared deep into the wound on the mirror master's chest.

"laugh--"

The blade trembled violently inside the mirror body, and silvery-white liquid gushed out from the crack.

Gu Qinghuan brought two fingers together and twisted them in the air. The flying knife spun half a circle inside the mirror master's chest cavity, and the blade shredded the internal armor structure.

The Mirror Master's six arms convulsed simultaneously, and the six weapons slashed wildly across the ground, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Chen Ye's fists didn't stop.

Gu Qinghuan's throwing knife also moved in and out of the mirror master's chest, each stab landing precisely on the same crack. The vibration of the blade peeled away the layers of armor at the edge of the crack, like a precise scalpel.

Chen Ye's fist slammed into the edge of the notch created by the throwing knife, smashing the loose armor fragments one by one.

The two, one at a distance and the other close, coordinated perfectly as if they had fought together hundreds of times.

The crack on the mirror owner's chest had expanded from thirty centimeters to more than half a meter wide, and a small puddle of silvery-white liquid had formed beneath it.