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

Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, Zhou Yating, and even Shen Nanxing and Wang Zekai, who were all above level 20, were frozen into ice sculptures the instant that cold air swept by.

Gulina was frozen in mid-air, her body encased in a huge block of ice, before crashing heavily to the ground with a loud "boom".

Su Jin's group and the other passengers who rushed to the back were not spared either; they were all turned into ice sculptures.

The entire hall froze at that moment.

The chilling aura emanating from the Ice Queen lasted for about three or four seconds before slowly receding. She withdrew her clenched right fist, and the icy blue skirt cascaded down around her. Her eyes remained calmly fixed on the distance ahead.

Chen Ye stood about ten meters away from her, the frost on his fists had all been shaken off.

He didn't rush forward immediately, but instead glanced at the direction behind him.

Inside the main hall, dozens of ice sculptures stood in place. Some were poised to take a step, some were in the pose of releasing a skill, some looked terrified, and some had their brows furrowed.

His gaze swept quickly over the ice sculptures of Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating, confirming that the ice was only temporarily frozen, before he looked away.

"Damn it, he unleashed a powerful move right from the start." Lu Qingchuan's voice came from Chen Ye's right side, also carrying a hint of urgency.

His gaze swept over the ice sculptures before returning to his own: "We need to act quickly. If we drag this out, the people trapped in the ice will be in danger."

Chen Ye nodded.

He slammed his right foot into the ground, black energy swirling around the Dragon Scale Halberd, and the hunched, evil ghost phantom behind him reappeared, ready to launch the Ferryman to the Underworld.

Lu Qingchuan followed closely behind.

The blue light on the blade of the giant axe expanded outwards from the axe body to both sides, condensing in mid-air into a giant axe shadow about ten meters long, with blue and white light flowing around its edges.

Zhong Xiu turned back from the sky. The ancient bell above her head had been retracted. As she turned back, her golden wings suddenly spread out, and her figure drew a short and sharp golden zigzag line in mid-air.

The golden ball of light on his right fist emitted a ring of fine light the moment it was compressed to its limit.

Gu Qinghuan did not move, but the vibration frequency of the throwing knife in front of her suddenly increased to a new level. The buzzing sound changed from low to high, and the silver light on the blade became dazzling.

The crimson flames around Cao Bing suddenly surged higher, and the sword rekindled its intense light.

He stomped his right foot on the ground, and his whole body transformed into a crimson afterimage, rushing out and heading straight for the Lord of Extreme Cold.

Shi Jian followed closely behind, his body completely covered by that diamond-like carapace, its crystalline surface refracting tiny sparkles in the darkness.

His fists clenched, the crystalline armor on his knuckles thicker than the rest of his body, with sharp, angular edges, like two hammers cast from crystal.

Six figures approached simultaneously from different heights and angles.

Standing at the farthest point, Jiang Ning also drew back his ice crystal longbow, his S-rank skill, Piercing Clouds and Breaking the Sky, ready to be unleashed.

The attacks from everyone arrived almost simultaneously.

Chen Ye's Dragon Scale Halberd was enveloped in surging black energy, and the ghostly phantom trailed a blurry outline behind him. The spear tip tore through the air, emitting a sharp and ear-piercing sonic boom, heading straight for the brow of the Extreme Cold Ice Lord.

Lu Qingchuan's giant axe shadow slashed down from above, the blue-white light blade cutting through the air with a low, thunderous sound, sealing off all of the Extreme Cold Ice Lord's upward escape space.

Zhong Xiu's golden fist light cut in from the side. After being compressed to the extreme, the light ball emitted a ring of fine ripples, and the air was squeezed out with a layer of transparent ripples wherever the fist passed.

Cao Bing's crimson flame greatsword slashed down from the front, the blade intertwining to form a pillar of fire that shot into the sky, the edge of the sword tearing through the cold air with a hissing sound.

Shi Jian slammed his fists toward the left side of the Extreme Cold Ice Lord, the crystalline carapace of his fists reflecting fragments of cold light.

Gu Qinghuan's six throwing knives formed a high-speed rotating drill, piercing straight at the Extreme Cold Ice Lord.

Jiang Ning's arrow pierced the air from the farthest point, trailing a swirling vortex of air behind it, and aimed precisely at the chest of the Extreme Cold Ice Lord.

Six attacks, including a single arrow, struck the Ice Lord from different directions, angles, and heights.

The Ice Lord remained standing in the same spot.

Her feet didn't move an inch, her icy blue eyes calmly swept over the various lights that were about to touch her body, and then she raised her right hand.

She flipped her wrist, her five fingers drawing a smooth arc in front of her.

Then, the ground began to tremble.

Centered on her position, six crystal-clear ice mirrors rose from the shattered ice surface.

Each ice mirror precisely blocked the path of everyone's attacks, with no deviation in angle, height, or orientation.

The mirror surface is smooth as a mirror, and under the dim light, it gleams with an almost transparent luster.

Chen Ye's Dragon Scale Halberd pierced the ice mirror in front of him. The spear tip made a crisp impact sound the moment it touched the mirror surface.

A spiderweb-like crack appeared on the mirror surface, but the cracks stopped after spreading for less than a palm's width.

Then, the black spear light he had thrust out, along with the surging black energy, bounced back from the center of the mirror.

Both speed and power were perfectly matched.

Chen Ye's pupils contracted slightly, and his body reacted at the last moment.

He slammed his right leg off the ground, and his whole body darted to the right. The black spear light that had been deflected grazed his left rib and exploded into a half-meter-deep crater on the ice behind him, sending shards of ice flying in all directions.

A distinct tingling sensation came from the tiger's mouth. He tightened his grip on the gun slightly, steadied the gun again, and quickly scanned the ice mirror with only a crack to confirm that it had not been shattered.

When Lu Qingchuan's giant axe struck the ice mirror, the entire surface trembled slightly and emitted a muffled hum.

But the mirror did not shatter. The axe shadow reversed at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye the instant it touched the mirror, and the blue-white light blade slashed back towards Lu Qingchuan himself.

Lu Qingchuan reacted extremely quickly. He pulled back his axe and blocked the blow with the blade of the giant axe in front of him.

The impact propelled him nearly twenty meters backward, his feet carving two deep furrows into the ice, ice chips piling up at his heels to form two small mounds.

Zhongxiu's golden fist light reflected back from her own direction with the same force.

Her golden wings snapped shut at the last moment, enveloping her body, and she tumbled twice in the air before regaining her balance.

Shi Jian's fist was bounced back as it hit the ice mirror. His body was pushed back several steps by the impact, and two thin cracks appeared on the surface of the crystalline carapace on his fists, extending from his knuckles to his wrists.

The moment Cao Bing's Crimson Flame Greatsword collided with the Ice Mirror, it burst into a burst of intense flames. The black flames on the sword were suppressed by its own crimson fire, and the flames contracted violently as they rolled back, almost going out.

He let out a low growl and had no choice but to hold his greatsword horizontally in front of him in a defensive stance. He slid back seven or eight meters under the impact before coming to a stop.

Gu Qinghuan's six throwing knives stopped abruptly just before they were about to touch the ice mirror.

The blade hovered less than half an inch from the mirror, vibrating violently at an extremely high frequency, creating visible ripples in the air in front of the blade.

Gu Qinghuan did not attack rashly. In a very short time, she sensed the spiritual fluctuations on the surface of the ice mirror, which was an invisible barrier.

Only Jiang Ning's arrow pierced through the gap between the six ice mirrors and struck the brow of the Extreme Cold Ice Lord.