A wisp of green light flashed through the air like a thread.
As if he had seen something terrifying, the Evil Soul Master Soul Saint hurriedly released Mo Lan and retreated rapidly.
Freed from the restraint of his hand, Mo Lan's face was pale as she gulped down fresh air.
Yet her attention was completely focused elsewhere, not on her physical discomfort.
Who was that?
Mo Lan was puzzled.
There was someone on the train who could make a Two-word Battle Armor Soul Master flee at the mere strike of a single blow?
She raised her head toward the source of the voice.
What entered her sight was a dashing yet excessively young figure.
A graceful silver-haired girl stood beside him.
Tang Wulin, who had been thrown aside earlier by the Evil Soul Master Soul Saint, clutched his chest, blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
The moment he saw the newcomer, his eyes lit up. His despair swiftly dissipated, like dark clouds meeting the rising sun.
"Senior Ling Luo!"
Tang Wulin cried out in delight!
He had never expected to encounter this one on the train!
The anxious heart hanging in his chest finally settled.
A Two-word Battle Armor Master-level Evil Soul Master was certainly terrifying. Even if reinforcements arrived, they likely would not be able to contend against him with mechas alone.
But if this one was here, things became simple.
After all, Tang Wulin had learned some information about Ling Luo from Wu Changkong. He had also personally witnessed how just one of Ling Luo's Soul Spirits had left countless geniuses struggling to breathe under its pressure.
Three years ago, he had already been a Soul Emperor and a First-Rank Battle Armor Master.
Three years later, he should have entered the Soul Saint realm no