The carriage Nan Fusheng was in was nearly full of injured people. A man wept for his girlfriend, even though he himself was covered in wounds.
A child kept crying out his father's name. When the Soul Train had overturned, his father had done everything he could to protect him, only to be crushed to death by the train himself.
An old man called out his child's name. A woman held her child and softly comforted them, even as blood streamed from her legs, pierced by shattered glass.
For a time, all facets of human life were laid bare before Nan Fusheng. But he knew he could not save these people. They were still a long way from Sun Moon City; whether it was rescue or reinforcements, neither could arrive in time.
What was more, Nan Fusheng had sensed an aura approaching them. That blood-soaked, evil aura was crystal clear to his senses.
"Evil Soul Master."
Nan Fusheng quietly spoke those three words. Though he had never encountered one before, that intensely bloody aura did not hinder his conclusion. This was likely an Evil Soul Master.
At the same time, Nan Fusheng could clearly sense several more auras tangled in battle farther away. Two were nearly on Wu Changkong's level, while the other two far surpassed him.
"Two Soul Saints and two Spirit Emperors. They should all be Battle Armor Masters. Three Soul Kings—their auras haven't changed noticeably, so it's unclear whether they have Battle Armor. There are also some four-ring Soul Ancestors."
Nan Fusheng silently calculated the enemies' numbers and strength. Meanwhile, the owner of that aura had already reached his vicinity. His face resembled that of a venomous snake—twisted and cunning, as if an abyss of malice lay hidden within.
"Yellow, yellow, purple, purple."
He revealed four Soul