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

Chen Ye's gaze swept over them and then turned to Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai remained standing in the same spot, his brows slightly furrowed, his face showing both wariness and confusion, just as before.

But his body did not tremble, his face did not turn pale, his pupils did not dilate, and the leaf-shaped mark on his forehead was emitting a soft light.

"What's wrong with you all?"

Zhao Hai turned his head to look at Qin Zhaoyang, who was squatting on the ground, and then at Wen Ning beside Chen Ye. His brows furrowed even more: "Why can't I feel anything? It's just that the fog is a bit thick."

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on Zhao Hai's brow for a moment, but Zhao Hai seemed completely unaffected by the blood mist.

It wasn't just Zhao Hai.

Chen Ye's gaze swept quickly across the camp. Jiang Ning stood on the other side of the crowd, his expression calm, just like Zhao Hai's, showing no abnormality.

Li Tianran, Yang Qing, and Han Wei, who received the blessing, all showed no abnormalities.

"The blessing of the tree god."

As Chen Ye uttered these words, he had already begun to move towards Zhao Hai.

As his body passed through the thin area illuminated by the green light from Zhao Hai's forehead, the irritation in his chest subsided considerably, his breathing became smooth, and the throbbing pain in his temples eased.

Wen Ning followed almost instinctively, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she got closer to Zhao Hai.

"Chaoyang, squad leader, come here."

As Chen Ye finished speaking, Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Yating got up from the ground and stumbled toward Zhao Hai.

The five people gathered in a tight little group around Zhao Hai.

The leaf mark on Zhao Hai's forehead continued to emit a green light, pushing away the blood mist in a very small area around it.

At the same time, Su Jin's team all gathered around Yang Qing, and Lei Xing's team all gathered around Li Tianran. The Tree God's blessing had a very limited range, just enough to protect a team of five or six people.

Jiang Ning also received the blessing of the Tree God. Only Li Jiahao and Jian Lan were by his side. Gu Qinghuan came to Jiang Ning's side immediately, and Wang Ze and Xia Yan also gathered around Jiang Ning.

The remaining five Class 11 passengers also gathered around Han Wei.

A faint green light also shone between Han Wei's eyebrows, and the circle of light was only enough to cover five or six people.

The remaining lower-class passengers had no seats left.

Dozens of people stood in the center of the camp, at the edge of the blood mist scattered by the green CD player, at the boundary between light and dark red.

Their gazes fell on the small circles around them, enveloped in a faint green light, watching as the expressions of those people shifted from pain to calm, and as their breathing returned to steady rhythm.

The silence lasted for a moment.

Then, someone spoke up.

"Liars...you're all liars..."

A hoarse voice came from the crowd.

The speaker was a man wearing a dark blue coat.

His eyes were completely bloodshot, and the original dark brown in his pupils was covered by blood vessels, turning into a murky dark red.

The veins on his forehead bulged out one by one, extending down his temples to his neck.

His lips were trembling violently, and white foam was seeping from the corners of his mouth.

"You promised to protect us... Now you're only thinking of yourselves... only thinking of yourselves..."

His voice changed from a low mutter to a roar.

"You were the ones who wouldn't let us cut down the trees... you were the ones who made us wait... and now? Now you have your blessings..."

His voice grew hoarse and shrill, as if it were being forced out from the depths of his throat.

Another person stepped out from the crowd. She was a young woman in her early twenties.

Her expression was almost identical to that of the man in the dark blue coat; her pupils were bloodshot, and her lips were trembling.

"You wanted to kill us...you wanted to kill us from the very beginning..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man in the dark blue coat suddenly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and precisely locking onto Su Jin.

"It's all your fault...you're the one who drove us here...you're the one who told us not to cut down trees..."

He took a step forward, then another, his pace quickening from slow to rapid, then becoming like that of an enraged beast.

"I'll kill you... I'm going to kill you... If we kill you, we can cut down the trees ourselves..."

He reached for his waist, pulled out a long knife, and charged forward.

Its speed was astonishing, like a wild beast that had been driven to a dead end and was now unleashing its full power.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on Su Jin's direction, and the long sword was raised high above his head.

"I'll kill you!"

His roar exploded in the night sky, sharp and shattered.

Su Jin looked at the man with bloodshot eyes, who was charging towards her with a long sword raised high, and gripped the sword in her hand tightly.

But she didn't move immediately.

The man's pace quickened, the ten-meter distance rapidly shrinking within the blood mist. His blade traced a dark arc of light through the mist, heading straight for Su Jin's head.

"Sister Su!"

Yang Qing's voice boomed from the side, filled with obvious anxiety.

Su Jin sighed, drew his longsword, and unleashed a wave of blade energy that sliced ​​a straight line through the blood mist.

The blade sliced ​​across the man's waist without pausing.

The man's body leaned forward due to inertia as he ran, and after taking two or three steps, his upper body slid down from his waist.

Dark red blood gushed from the cut, splattering onto the withered leaves and soil at his feet.

He took a half step forward with both legs before collapsing to the ground along with his entire lower body.

His eyes were still open, but the madness in his pupils turned into blankness in the last moment.

Su Jin sheathed her long sword, her gaze shifting from the body on the ground, now severed in two. Her face remained expressionless, but her fingers tightened their grip on the hilt of the sword.

As her knife fell, the negative emotions of the lower-class passengers were completely ignited.

"Kill them! Kill them! They just want us dead!"

"Kill them and we'll complete the mission ourselves!"

"Kill these liars!"

Their eyes were completely bloodshot, and they raised their weapons and charged towards Chen Ye, Su Jin, Lei Xing, and others who held absolute authority in the group.

Their crimson eyes merged into one in the blood mist. Their movements were haphazard, driven purely by instinct, making them seem more like monsters that sprang from the heart of the tree.

"These people's minds have been corrupted by the blood mist and are no longer under their control. Let's send them on their way."

Chen Ye twirled the Demon-Slaying Halberd halfway in his hand, then swept the shaft across, slamming the shaft into the side of a middle-aged man rushing towards him.

The middle-aged man was sent flying, crashing into the nearest tree before sliding down and lying motionless on the ground.

Black energy swirled around Wen Ning's hands, and shadow spikes continuously burst forth from the ground nearby, pinning the charging people to their spots.

Su Jin's longsword slashed continuously, sometimes horizontally, sometimes vertically, each wave of blades taking away a life.

Lei Xing's body turned completely black, and he tore the person rushing towards him in two with his bare hands.

Jiang Ning continued to fire his cyan arrows, mercilessly killing those who hadn't even gotten close.

Gu Qinghuan's six silver-white throwing knives continuously slashed at the throats of the lower-ranking passengers, precise and deadly.

This is a completely unequal battle.

The difference in level and talent was laid bare at this moment.

In Chen Ye's eyes, those low-level passengers were no different from ordinary monsters.