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

A series of "click-click" sounds rang out.

One by one, the faces on the fused body shattered, and chunks of flesh kept falling off.

The fused body trembled violently, and the invisible mental shockwave spread outwards again, but this time its intensity was much weaker than before.

Chen Ye felt the shriek, but his consciousness did not shake violently as before; it only blurred briefly before returning to clarity.

"Its mental attacks have weakened! With each face it smashes, it gets weaker!"

Chen Ye's voice boomed across the square.

Zhao Hai roared and slammed both fists into the face of a person who was screaming.

A silver-gray metal fist embedded itself in the man's face, and he ripped the face in two with both hands.

Black liquid splattered all over him.

Jiang Ning's dagger spun around him, creating a silvery-white whirlwind.

The Emperor Engine's high agility made each of his slashes so fast they were almost invisible to the naked eye. The dagger sliced ​​across the face, across the brow, the eye socket, and the corner of the mouth, one slash after another.

Gu Qinghuan's throwing knives flew faster and faster through the night.

The three silver-white blades seemed to be alive, each with its own target.

The sword on the left swooped down from above and cut into the center of a face between the eyebrows.

The weapon on the right side pierced horizontally from the side, penetrating the left eye socket of the face.

The blade directly in front of them was first pulled upwards, then dropped vertically, its tip precisely piercing the mouth of a face.

The three knives simultaneously delivered the kill, were simultaneously pulled from the shattered face, simultaneously changed direction in mid-air, and simultaneously searched for the next target.

Chen Ye unleashed his heavy cannons relentlessly, completely disregarding the consumption of his energy, aiming only to shatter all these faces within three minutes.

The faces on the surface of the fused body are decreasing at a visible rate, cracking, falling off, being torn apart, and being shredded; its size is shrinking.

From three stories high to two stories high, and from two stories high to one story high.

The flesh-colored hill is collapsing.

But it is still resisting.

The faces still embedded in its body opened their mouths at the same time.

Faces roared, their voices exploding directly in everyone's minds.

"We don't want to die!"

"Why did you have to turn us into this!"

"It's you! You're the ones who killed us!"

The voices overlapped, a mixture of hatred, despair, and resentment.

Chen Ye paused for a moment.

His pupils contracted slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but because he recognized several of those voices.

"My skill book! It's mine! You bunch of robbers!"

That was Qian Bin's voice.

"Brother Ning, it hurts so much, please help me..."

That was Zhu Peng's voice.

Chen Ye suddenly bit his tongue.

The taste of blood exploded in his mouth, and the stinging pain pierced the voices in his mind like a needle.

"Don't listen! That's not their voice! This thing is imitating them! It's the same voice they make in those houses to lure people in!"

Chen Ye's voice pierced through the cries and screams.

Zhao Hai reacted the fastest.

He punched through a crying face, his fist protruding from behind the face, black liquid dripping down his forearm.

Those voices with those faces are so annoying!

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng also rushed forward.

The two's passive talents came into play at this moment, allowing them to focus solely on outputting damage regardless of stamina consumption.

Wang Shuo's fire axe struck a person's face, the blade embedding itself between the eyebrows. He gripped the axe handle with both hands and pried it off, the entire face being ripped off like a pulled tooth.

Li Zheng's butcher knife sliced ​​into the corner of a human face's mouth from the side, the blade tracing the curve of the cheek upwards, cutting open half the face, and the flesh detached from the fused body.

Jiang Ning's Emperor Engine roared to its limit, and a deep red halo burned around his body, forming a flame-like outline.

He was faster than before, and the trajectory of the dagger in the night was almost invisible. All that could be seen was the human face on the surface of the fusion body shattering one after another after the blade passed.

Jian Lan, along with two other team members who were still capable of fighting, provided support from the side. They were responsible for dealing with the chunks of flesh that fell from the fused bodies, crushing them up to prevent them from fusing back together.

Gu Qinghuan's throwing knives continued to weave through the night sky, each strike precisely hitting the center of a face's brow, the blade almost completely embedded in the ground.

Then rotate it inside the face once before pulling it out, ensuring the face is completely shattered.

Her face was even paler than before, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead as she manipulated three knives to attack simultaneously.

Chen Ye was panting.

His stamina was almost depleted.

The heavy cannons kept firing, and the energy was being rapidly depleted.

He flipped his hand, and a red energy potion appeared in his palm. This was the second of his four potions.

Unscrew the tube and tilt your head back to pour it down.

The moment the red liquid flowed into my throat, my strength level jumped back to 100.

"Final round! Break it up!"

Chen Ye threw the empty tube on the ground.

Zhao Hai's silver-gray right fist slammed into the last face located at the top of the fusion body, the fist embedding itself between the face's eyebrows, and black liquid gushed out from the crack.

The face opened its mouth, trying to let out one last shriek, but Zhao Hai's fist was faster than its sound, smashing the entire face to pieces with a single punch.

The fused body shuddered violently.

The moment the last human face shattered, all the wrinkles on its body surface opened up simultaneously, not to unleash an attack, but to deflate.

Like a balloon with countless holes punched in it.

The flesh-colored hills are collapsing at a visible rate.

From the height of a floor to the height of a person, from the height of a person to a pile of rotten flesh.

The pile of rotten flesh was spread out in the center of the square, covering an area of ​​nearly ten meters, but less than half a meter high, like a pile of crushed minced meat.

The surface of the rotten flesh no longer showed a complete human face; only some blurry facial features were faintly visible in the grayish-white flesh.

Chen Ye stood at the edge of the pile of rotten flesh, panting heavily.

His clothes were covered in black liquid and grayish-white debris, and the knuckles of his right fist were broken, with drops of blood dripping down his fingers.

Zhao Hai stood to his right, the metallic sheen on his fists slowly fading.

His face was pale, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng supported each other.

Qin Zhaoyang got up from beside the statue's base, shook his head, and bent down to pick up the Gale Crossbow from the ground.

Zhou Yating was still kneeling on the ground, her knees supporting her weight, her palms pressed against the gravel. Her face was as white as paper, and her lips were completely bloodless.

"Squad leader, get up."

Chen Ye walked over and extended his hand to her.

Zhou Yating looked up at him, then reached out and took his hand.

Chen Ye pulled her up.

Wang Ze remained standing in the same spot.

The gravity field had long since disappeared, but his long sword was stuck in the ground, his hands gripping the hilt, and he stood there like a statue.

The blood from his seven orifices had dried and formed dark red scabs on his face.

His eyes were open, and there was still light in his pupils, but the light was very faint.

"Wang Ze... are you alright?"

Zhao Hai's voice came from the side, tinged with uncertainty.