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

At the same moment after regaining their footing, the two took out a recovery potion from their storage space and drank it down.

The moment the orange-yellow liquid flowed into his throat, the tissue at the severed end of Zhong Xiu's right arm began to regenerate at a visible rate.

The bones extend from the cut, followed by blood vessels and muscles, and finally the skin covers them. The whole process takes about five or six seconds, and a brand new arm is reshaped.

Shi Jian's left arm also regrowed under the continued effects of the recovery medicine, with crystalline carapace covering the newly grown skin.

Both of them were breathing rapidly, but their eyes remained fixed on the icy blue figure in front of them.

The Ice Queen stood at the foot of the steps in front of the throne. With a slight exertion of force, her two severed arms shattered into ice crystal powder in her hands, scattering in a soft rustling sound.

Her body was more unsteady than before, and the wounds on her shoulder and face were still oozing icy blue liquid. With each slight sway, a small piece of broken ice crystal would fall off her body.

But she still didn't collapse.

Lu Qingchuan stood there, gripping the handle of the giant axe in his hand, panting heavily.

He glanced at Zhong Xiu's newly formed arm, then at Shi Jian's left arm, now covered in crystals again, before turning his gaze back to the still-standing, ice-blue figure: "Is she a cockroach? No matter how you kill her, she's indestructible?"

No one could answer him.

Just then, a crisp sound came from the back of the hall, like the sound of ice cracking from the inside.

"Click—!"

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the empty hall, causing everyone to pause for a moment.

Lu Qingchuan suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Behind the main hall, Qin Zhaoyang was struggling to break free from the ice.

A pale green light shone around his body, seeping out from within and forming a thin green halo around his skin. Fine cracks began to appear at the edges touched by the green light, spreading from the inside out.

"Click—click-click—!"

The cracks spread faster and faster, and within seconds the entire ice layer was covered with crisscrossing cracks.

Then the entire ice shell shattered from the inside, and countless fragments flew in all directions.

Qin Zhaoyang's chest heaved violently, his breath condensing into mist in front of him. He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a faint green light.

"Bark Man, dry her up!"

Qin Zhaoyang's voice boomed in the main hall.

The moment he finished speaking, the ice beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar.

Several thick, dark red vines burst forth from the shattered ice, bearing fine barbs and pulsating dark red veins, shooting rapidly toward the direction of the Ice Lord.

The vines were as thick as an adult's thigh, covered with a dark red sheen, and each vine had its own independent trajectory and angle.

The Ice Lord's gaze shifted to Qin Zhaoyang the instant the vines locked onto him.

She raised her right hand and unleashed a frosty white aura towards the foremost vine. The vine was instantly covered by an icy blue layer upon contact with the aura, freezing rapidly from tip to root, before shattering into countless tiny ice shards that scattered across the ground.

But more vines arrived at the same time. The second, the third, and the fourth vines wound upwards from different directions, precisely entangling the Ice Lord's left wrist and right arm.

She tried to break free, and the cold air spread outward from her body, freezing and shattering the vines wrapped around her arms layer by layer.

But before the broken vines had completely fallen off, new vines had already grown back from the broken points and continued to twine and tighten.

Her legs were also wrapped around her knees by two thick vines, the barbs piercing the cracks in her skin, firmly restricting her movement to one place.

The Ice Queen let out a shrill cry, and a burst of cold air surged from her body, shattering all the vines that were wrapped around her.

But the next wave of vines regrown the instant she shattered, wrapping around her once more, pinning her firmly to the spot, unable to move.

In the center of the main hall, Chen Ye, who was frozen in ice, curled up a smile.

The next moment, the ice crystals enveloping him shattered from the inside out, countless fragments flying in all directions. His figure shot out from the spot like a bolt of lightning, so fast that the air behind him was torn into a blurry white line.

The Extreme Shadow state and the Xuanwu protective aura have not yet faded.

White flames surged and rose around him, while pale blue light shields rotated around him on all sides.

He covered the hundred-meter distance in less than a second, appearing behind the Ice Lord of Extreme Cold, the Dragon Scale Halberd already spinning half a circle in his hand.

The black energy on the gun surged and erupted just before it was thrust out, winding from the tail to the tip, leaving a winding black trail in the air.

The hunched, grotesque phantom behind him condensed to its maximum size in that instant, its empty eye sockets staring directly at the figure entangled in vines in front of him.

Extradition to the underworld has been initiated.

Chen Ye thrust his spear directly at the Ice Lord, who was controlled by vines and had no protection.

The spear tip, carrying a thick black aura, pierced through the back of the Ice Lord, penetrating her cracked, icy-blue skin, passing through her sternum, and emerging from her chest.

Tiny ice crystals and icy blue liquid clung to the tip of the gun.

The Ice Lord's body suddenly stiffened.

Her icy blue eyes widened in that instant, the two icy blue lights deep in her pupils flashing intensely for a moment before rapidly fading away.

A piercing scream escaped her throat, and then fine cracks began to spread from the point where the spear tip had pierced her body.

The cracks spread rapidly along her torso, like a spider web bursting on ice, covering her entire body.

"Splash—!"

In that instant, the figure of the Ice Lord turned into countless tiny ice crystal fragments, scattering in all directions.

The fragments bounced and tumbled on the ground, some crashing onto the steps in front of the throne and shattering into smaller dust, while others embedded themselves in cracks in the ice.

[Defeat the Frost Lord (BOSS), score +3000]

The system notification flashed before Chen Ye's eyes.

At the same moment, the ice crystal throne in the center of the hall and the five ice mirrors shattered and collapsed, turning into transparent fragments scattered on the steps.

A deathly silence fell over the main hall.

Chen Ye stood where the broken ice had scattered. A few strands of icy blue liquid remained on the tip of the Dragon Scale Halberd, slowly sliding down the grooves of the spear and dripping onto the ice surface, where they condensed into tiny ice beads.

The dark red vines were withering, curling, and shrinking at a visible speed. The originally thick barbs gradually lost their luster, and the dark red veins turned back to yellowish-brown.

All eyes were on Qin Zhaoyang.