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

The battle was also taking place simultaneously in the plaza behind them.

Zhao Hai was the first to rush to the Mirror Demon.

His target was clear: the mirror demon that killed Wang Shuo.

The mirror demon's right claw was still stained with Wang Shuo's blood, the dark red blood standing out starkly against its pale skin.

The Mirror Demon was incredibly fast. The instant Zhao Hai charged at it, it dodged to the right, its silvery-white skirt fluttering in the night wind, its body like a leaf blown by the wind.

As the Mirror Demon dodged, Zhao Hai adjusted his direction and unleashed a powerful right punch from the side, his silver-gray iron fist striking the Mirror Demon's waist.

"Bang--!"

The Mirror Demon's body flew out like it had been hit by a car, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground and rolling twice before coming to a stop.

A deep dent was punched into its side by Zhao Hai, and silvery-white liquid seeped out from the crack.

The mirror demon got up from the ground, its milky white eyes fixed on Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai gave it no chance to catch its breath. His body sprang from the spot, his right fist gathering power once more, and his iron fist, with three times the force, slammed into the Mirror Demon's head.

"Bang--!"

The Mirror Demon's head caved in significantly under the punch, and its body flew backward once more.

Zhao Hai chased after him, throwing a third punch, a fourth punch, a fifth punch, one after another, like a tireless pile driver.

His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were tightly pressed together, he didn't speak, he didn't roar, he just kept throwing punches.

It was as if he was venting the boundless anger in his heart.

The remaining four mirror demons faced off against Su Jin, Li Tianran, Lei Xing, and Jiang Ning, respectively.

The Mirror Demon is far stronger than the Mirror Guard. Most level 8 or 9 passengers can't handle it. Only those with S-level talents can reliably suppress it.

The remaining people spontaneously split into two groups.

One group surrounded Wang Ze, and another group surrounded Wen Ning.

Wang Ze and Wen Ning are now in control; they need to ensure that no other monsters affect them.

Wang Ze's gravity field was still maintained. His body was trembling slightly, but the gravity field did not collapse. The Mirror Master was still suppressed in that distorted gravity field.

Xia Yan stood beside him, two daggers in her hands. Her gaze swept around, and any mirror demons or other threats that tried to approach Wang Ze would be intercepted by her immediately.

The same applies to Wen Ning.

Her hands were still pressed on the ground, and black mist continued to flow from her palms into the mirrored floor tiles, maintaining the shadowy restraints that were wrapped around the mirror owner's legs.

Her face was as white as paper, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but she did not let go.

Zhou Yating stood beside her, a layer of ice-blue light shimmering on the tip of her right finger.

Her gaze swept quickly around, and any threat that tried to approach Wen Ning was intercepted by her ice arrows in an instant.

Qin Zhaoyang, holding the Swiftwind Crossbow, stood between Wen Ning and Zhou Yating, with three short arrows already loaded.

His gaze swept rapidly across the square, switching back and forth between the fighting crowds and the battlefield ahead.

His eyes were a little red; Wang Shuo and Li Zheng had died right before his eyes.

At this moment, everyone in the square was exceptionally united because they all shared the same goal: to survive.

Even after the Mirror Master of the battlefield fell to the ground, the shadowy bindings that had been wrapped around its feet did not dissipate.

Wen Ning gritted her teeth, her hands still pressed firmly to the ground, black mist continuously gushing from her palms and spreading forward along the cracks in the mirrored floor tiles.

The black mist started from the mirror master's ankles, climbing upwards in circles, wrapping around his knees, thighs, waist and abdomen, and then around the six arms that were still waving wildly.

Under the shadow's binding, the Mirror Master's six weapons slowed down more and more. The giant axe was pulled back halfway up, and the angle of the longsword's thrust was forcibly pulled off course.

Wang Ze's gravity field continued to suppress the enemy. His body trembled more and more violently, and drops of blood fell from the corner of his mouth onto the mirrored floor tiles, but his long sword remained pointed in the direction of the mirror master, and the gravity field did not collapse.

The person in the mirror was firmly pinned to the ground, unable to move.

Chen Ye stood on the chest of the Mirror Master, his feet on the edges of the armor on either side of the crack.

He raised his right fist again, the pale golden flames on his fist burning in the night.

The heavy cannon slammed down with a deafening roar, and silvery-white liquid gushed out from the crack.

His left fist followed immediately, delivering another devastating blow, widening the crack even further.

Punch after punch.

He didn't know how many punches he had thrown; his strength was completely depleted.

Chen Ye took out stamina potions from his storage space and drank them one after another. After consuming ten stamina potions, his stamina was fully restored.

The heavy cannon was fired again.

Meanwhile, Gu Qinghuan's throwing knives never stopped.

The silver-white throwing knife traced straight lines in the night, each time precisely piercing through the cracks created by Chen Ye's fist, sinking deep into the wound on the mirror master's chest, writhing inside before being pulled out, bringing with it a spray of silver-white liquid.

Under Wen Ning's control, the Mirror Master's six arms had stopped struggling.

Wang Ze's gravitational field pressed its massive body firmly to the ground.

Chen Ye could clearly sense that the BOSS's aura was gradually weakening. The five mirror demons had been restrained by Zhao Hai and the others, and no one was dying. The BOSS could no longer replenish its energy.

He increased the frequency of his punches. One punch after another, golden flames exploded continuously in the night, like a tireless pile driver.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With each punch, the Mirror Master's body trembled.

His stamina was depleted again, so he drank ten more stamina potions.

As time passed in the Shadow Mode, the silver-white flames on his body flickered weaker and weaker.

Finally, just as his Shadow Mode was about to disappear, he threw a punch that embedded his entire arm into the BOSS's chest.

"Click—"

A crisp sound.

The huge six-pointed star that hovered in front of the mirror master's chest was covered with cracks before it shattered completely.

Dozens of streams of light shot out from the mirror master's body and landed on the ground, turning into survival marks. A total of 35 survival marks were scattered around.

[Defeat the Mirror Master (BOSS), score +1000]

The system notification flashed before Chen Ye's eyes.

The silver-white flame cloak of Extreme Shadow form completely dissipated at this moment. Chen Ye's body swayed slightly, and then he jumped off the Mirror Master's chest.

Beside the Mirror Master's corpse, besides the 35 scattered survival marks, there was a semi-circular light shield, inside which was a skill book.

He bent down, picked up the skill book from the light shield, and put it into his storage space. Then he turned around and looked back, where the battle had already ended.