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

"It can't last long. Creating such a large-scale gravity field is extremely taxing. Does anyone have any stamina potions? I need at least six, and with what I have left, it should last until dawn."

Wang Ze's voice came from the center of the force field. His face was even paler than before, with veins bulging on his forehead and blood vessels at his temples throbbing like earthworms.

Six energy potions.

Three hundred points.

Chen Ye didn't speak. Apart from Zhou Yating, whose talent was mental, the rest of their team had strength-based abilities.

Zhao Hai shook his head, flipped his hand, and only two red energy potions remained in his storage space.

Jiang Ning also shook her head: "I only have strength potions."

When he robbed, he only robbed the energy potions he needed, and there were no mental talents in his team.

Zhou Yating has one energy potion left. Her energy level is almost depleted, and this potion is her last chance to recharge. Moreover, one potion won't solve the problem.

She glanced at Wang Ze, then at Chen Ye, but ultimately didn't take it out.

"None of you have energy potions?"

Wang Ze's gaze turned serious.

"I can give you three; it'll last you as long as it takes."

Gu Qinghuan's voice came from the edge of the gravity field, and as she spoke, her throwing knife took down another monster.

She then flipped her hand, and three pale green vials appeared in her palm.

Wang Ze's eyes lit up: "That's the only way then. Let's take it one step at a time."

Gu Qinghuan stretched out her palm, and the three vials of medicine seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, flying steadily over a distance of more than ten meters and hovering in front of Wang Ze.

Wang Ze reached out and took it without hesitation, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back and drank it down in one swift and decisive motion.

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on Gu Qinghuan for a second.

Gu Qinghuan had earned at least a thousand points in Corpse Capital, and with the points awarded for being number one on the ranking list, her point reserves far exceeded those of everyone else.

Six energy potions were not a large number for her.

But she only gave me three.

This was only the first night of the trial in the City of Ghosts, and she needed to leave herself a way out. Clearly, her talent also consumed energy.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Gu Qinghuan.

"I will do my best to maintain the gravity field; the rest is up to you."

As soon as Wang Ze finished speaking, the monsters that had been hovering at the edge of the gravitational field started to move.

They no longer rushed around haphazardly as before, but instead stopped neatly outside the force field boundary, forming a loose semicircle.

Dozens of completely black eyes stared intently at the thirty people inside the force field.

wrong!

Chen Ye's gaze swept over the monsters.

They were looking at Wang Ze.

"Why did these things suddenly stop?"

Zhou Yating's voice came from the back of the group.

Chen Ye did not respond.

The standoff lasted for about three minutes.

The monsters at the edge of the gravitational field began to stir, squeezing, pushing, and overlapping each other.

Chen Ye frowned.

These monsters are merging.

The two monsters began to move closer to each other. The moment their bodies touched, they seemed to turn into liquid, their boundaries blurring, merging, and overlapping.

A crawling monster and a multi-limbed monster fused together, and a new body grew out from the point of fusion, like two lumps of clay being kneaded together.

Then the third one joined in, the fourth, the fifth... more and more monsters joined the fusion process.

Their bodies, in the darkness of night, resembled some kind of solidifying fluid, their forms constantly changing, reorganizing, and twisting.

Even the corpses on the ground that were already dead were moving.

The monster corpses that had been killed and lay on the ground began to slowly move toward the huge, merging mass of flesh, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

The moment the corpse touched the chunk of flesh, it was absorbed into it and became part of it.

The size of that thing was expanding at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The streetlights shone on it, revealing human faces on its grayish-white skin.

Those faces weren't carved on; they protruded from beneath the skin, as if the faces of living people were embedded in its body.

Eyes, nose, mouth—every face is clearly recognizable.

The expressions on those faces were no longer uniform smiles.

Some people's faces were crying, tears seeping from their tightly closed eyes and running down the surface of the flesh.

Some people were screaming, their mouths agape.

Some people have blank expressions and half-closed eyes, as if they are having a dream from which they will never wake up.

Chen Ye didn't recognize most of those faces.

But he recognized some of them.

Zhu Peng's face was positioned slightly below and to the right of the massive lump of flesh, his brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down.

The calm smile on his face before his death was gone, replaced by a twisted expression of pain.

Qian Bin's face was not far from Zhu Peng's, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, the fear on his face frozen like a wax figure.

And then there's Xu Shan, the leader of the group we met at the refuge in the Corpse Capital; he died in the battle just now.

His face was positioned slightly above the front of the mass of flesh, as if looking down at everyone in the square, and his face wore a numb expression.

Wang Shuo almost dropped the fire axe from his hand.

Li Zheng held the butcher's knife in front of his chest, the tip of the blade trembling slightly.

The gravitational field was deathly silent.

Thirty people, no one spoke, no one moved, all were watching the ever-expanding fusion.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Qin Zhaoyang's voice exploded in the empty square, carrying a sharpness that was almost hysterical.

No one answered his question.

Because nobody knows the answer.

The lump of meat no longer merged.

Its size has stabilized at a certain height.

It's about three stories high.

Its enormous body, like a flesh-colored hill or a giant slime, crouched on the street on the north side of the square, completely blocking the street.

Its body surface is covered with distorted faces.

The faces were still moving; their eyes were blinking, and their lips were moving as if they were saying something, but no sound came out.

The fused entity's face consisted of only a pair of large, empty, pitch-black eye sockets, which were more like two black holes than eye sockets. It slowly turned towards the center of the gravitational field, towards Wang Ze.

The feeling of being watched was more intense than ever before, like a mountain looking down on an ant.

It's as if some being far beyond our comprehension is scrutinizing an insignificant prey.

Wang Ze's face was as white as paper. His hands gripped the hilt of the knife, his fingers trembling slightly, but he did not take a step back, and the force field remained steadily surrounding him.

The faces on the surface of the fused body opened their mouths simultaneously, emitting a silent scream.

That wasn't a sound; it was a shockwave that went beyond the realm of hearing.

The shockwave rushed straight towards Wang Ze, like a stone smashing through a layer of glass.

Wang Ze groaned, staggered back two steps, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The gravitational field dissipated instantly, and he felt like his head was about to split open.

At this moment, the fused entity moved.

It has no legs; its massive body moves forward by wriggling through its wrinkled flesh, but at an astonishing speed.

Like a moving hill pressing down on the force field ruins, its flesh-colored body dragged across the ground.

Each wriggling movement propels the animal forward by more than ten meters. The faces within the folds are squeezed, stretched, and twisted as they move, making their expressions even more ferocious.

It was less than fifty meters away from Wang Ze, and it only needed to wriggle three or four times to run him over.