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

The group walked through a long, icy corridor into the next hall.

This hall is almost identical to the previous one; the ice on the floor is still as smooth as a mirror, but the temperature is noticeably lower.

As Jiang Ning, who was at the back, stepped across the threshold, the heavy ice door behind her slammed down, causing the entire hall to tremble slightly.

All eyes were focused on the center of the dome. Just like in the previous level, a semi-transparent blue light screen appeared out of thin air, and lines of text appeared one by one.

[Ice Abyss Trial: Ice Chamber]

[Completion Rules: When the temperature inside the ice chamber reaches 0℃, the passage to the next level will open. Defeating an Ice Knight increases the ice chamber temperature by 0.1℃. The death of a passenger increases the ice chamber temperature by 1℃, and the Ice Knight will activate after ten minutes. After ten minutes, the ice chamber temperature will decrease by 1℃ every minute.]

Current temperature: -30℃

Qin Zhaoyang's lips trembled, and he shrank even more. He hadn't recovered from the previous ordeal, and now the cold air was creeping up from his feet, making half of his body almost numb.

The hall was silent for a few seconds, then low murmurs arose from all directions.

Some people stared at the line of cold numbers and muttered to themselves, while others cursed under their breath.

Zhao Hai walked to Chen Ye's side and lowered his voice: "This is exactly the same as the last level, except the guards have been replaced by knights, and the starting temperature is as low as -30 degrees Celsius. If we follow the same method as before, thirty lives will be lost."

"The rules are forcing us to reduce our own numbers." Chen Ye turned to look at Gu Qinghuan: "Can you sense the Extreme Cold Ice Lord? How far away are we?"

Gu Qinghuan had already closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly. Ripples of spiritual perception spread from her body, silently penetrating deeper into the main hall.

A moment later she opened her eyes: "There's still some distance to go. There are many more halls like this in the future."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, and added, "If this level continues to be filled with lives, then the next ice chamber will require even more sacrifices, and by the time we reach the Ice Lord of Extreme Cold, there will probably be very few people left."

Gu Qinghuan's voice wasn't loud, but the hall was so quiet that her words pierced the ears of everyone present like an icicle.

The whispers that had been going on gradually subsided. Some people clenched their fists, while others subconsciously took a half-step back.

Lu Qingchuan said, "In that case, let's wait for the monsters to appear and kill enough of them to clear the level."

Cao Bing frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

His gaze swept across the crowd before finally settling on the front: "Indeed, twenty people have already died in the last level. If the ice chambers continue to follow this rule, then we really won't have much fighting power left when facing the Ice Lord of Extreme Cold."

In the last lobby, he killed five lower-ranking passengers in order to protect his brother.

If he acts as he did in the last hall, it will inevitably provoke public outrage among the other passengers on the train. Even with Shi Jian's team around, he cannot achieve absolute control over the entire train.

Shi Jian stood on the other side of the crowd, arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips again. He spoke slowly, "It's good to wait for the monster to come out."

His gaze slowly shifted towards Cao Yan, his words carrying no hidden meaning: "The monster will automatically filter out those who shouldn't live."

Cao Yan's face turned ashen instantly. He turned sharply to look at Shi Jian, his mouth agape, a surge of anger rising to his throat. But before he could utter a sound, Cao Bing reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.

Cao Yan gritted his teeth and ultimately said nothing more, but his clenched fists and the throbbing veins on his temples said it all.

Zhong Xiu did not participate in the discussion, clearly she hadn't expected the second round to have the same rules.

"Since everyone agrees to kill monsters to clear the level, let's go all out and kill as many monsters as possible in the shortest amount of time."

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze, flipped his hand, and the Dragon Scale Halberd appeared in his hand.

No one present objected.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The ground began to tremble, and the dome of the ice palace shook violently. Tiny ice crystals fell from the cracks in the walls, hitting the mirror-like ice surface with a soft crackling sound.

Chen Ye's gaze was fixed on the ground directly in front of the main hall. The ice layer was visibly rising, cracking, and rolling up.

An ice coffin slowly rose from the cracked ice.

The ice coffin was taller than any they had seen in the canyon before. It was a deep blue, almost transparent color, with walls as thick as stone and a layer of frosty white air on its surface.

The coffin is about five meters high and one and a half meters wide, resembling a frozen, upright tombstone.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, the fourth... the entire floor of the hall seemed to boil, the ice layer shattered and bulged one after another, and blue and white ice coffins poured out densely from the cracks.

Within a few seconds, hundreds of ice coffins were neatly arranged in the center of the hall, outnumbering the number of passengers in the hall.

"Click—!"

The lid of the first ice coffin had a crack in the very center.

The crack extended rapidly downwards along the center line of the coffin, with fine ice shards breaking off from its edges.

Then the entire coffin lid exploded as if kicked open from the inside, with fragments flying in all directions and hitting the ice surface with a series of crisp sounds.

A boot covered in ice crystal armor stepped out of the broken coffin.

When the boot stepped onto the ice, the instant the sole made contact with the ice, a circle of frosty white air silently spread outwards, and wherever it passed, a fine layer of white frost formed on the already smooth ice surface.

Then his entire body emerged from the coffin.

It was a frost knight who was a little over three meters tall. His entire body was covered in blue and white ice crystal armor, the lines of which were thick and hard, and the shoulder armor was as wide as a blade.

Its head was covered by a full-coverage helmet, with only a narrow slit for the eyes at the front, through which an icy blue light shone faintly.

Its right hand held a long sword, the blade of which was formed from frost and gleamed with a cold light.

Immediately afterwards, one ice coffin after another shattered, the sound of the coffin lids breaking creating a dense, muffled thud in the hall.

Blue and white armor emerged one after another from the broken coffin, and a cold light flashed one after another through the slits of their eyes.

Hundreds of Frost Knights stood in neat rows in the hall.

Then they moved.

The six Frost Knights at the front of the formation stepped forward at the same time, and a frosty chill emanated from the gaps between their armor.

Their steps were not fast, but each step carried a heavy and even rhythm, like the advance of some well-trained battle formation. The uniform sound of their footsteps reflected back and forth in the hall, amplified into a dull and oppressive roar.