Another Encounter with Evil Soul Masters?

The Soul Train, traveling from Shrek City to North Sea City, slowly started moving. The wheels rubbed against the rails, producing a low hum, and the platform outside the window began to slowly slide backward.

The first VIP carriage of this train can accommodate twenty people, but today there are only eight people sitting in this spacious and luxurious carriage, namely Huo Yuhao and his group.

Given Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu's status, if they were to sit in a regular carriage with other passengers, it would inevitably cause unnecessary commotion.

After all, both Qingtian Douluo and Sky Phoenix Douluo were renowned figures across the continent.

However, this was not arranged by the train crew; Yun Ming paid for the entire No. 1 VIP carriage out of his own pocket, just for some peace and quiet.

The final stop of the Soul Train is North Sea City, which is also the destination of everyone's journey.

North Sea City is located on the northeastern coast of the Douluo Continent and is also the city closest to Devil Island.

This train takes more than ten hours to reach its destination, but for ordinary people, it's just the time it takes to sleep through the night.

But for Limit Douluo like Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu, being stuck in a metal carriage for more than ten hours was truly torture, since they could fly there much faster.

If it weren't for guiding these younger generation members, they wouldn't have taken such a long ride on the Soul Train in a long time.

The carriage was quiet and peaceful. Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu each sat by the window, their eyes slightly closed, their breathing even and long, as if they were resting.

Huo Yuhao and his friends, being young and energetic, were naturally curious about Devil Island, a place whose very name exuded an air of evil, as it was their first time visiting it.

Several people spontaneously gathered around the row of seats facing each other in the middle of the carriage and began to chat quietly.

Xie Xie hunched over, hands resting on his knees, his eyes darting around as he scanned the others. He lowered his voice and asked mysteriously, "So, what's on this Devil Island? Just the name sounds scary. Could there really be some monsters or demons there?"

Tang Wulin shook his head and said, "Teacher Wu hasn't been there either. What he told us before was all relayed from the seniors."

As he spoke, Tang Wulin's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Na'er.

Not only him, but everyone else's gaze also fell upon him.

As the disciple of the Sea God Pavilion Master, Na'er should know more inside information than they do.

Seeing everyone staring at her, Na'er's silver eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness. She gently shook her head. "Don't look at me, I already said I don't know either."

"The teacher has never been willing to talk much about Devil Island. I've asked him a few times, but he always says that we'll find out when we get there, and that knowing beforehand is actually not a good thing."

At this moment, Huo Yuhao spoke up, "Alright, stop guessing."

"This trip to Devil Island is different from the last trip to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Devil Island is for training. Nobody knows exactly how long we'll be on the island, but it definitely won't be over in just a day or two."

"Instead of wasting our energy on guessing, we should conserve our strength and recharge."

Huo Yuhao's words always carried weight in the hearts of these teenagers. After he said this, although their curiosity did not diminish at all, they stopped discussing it.

The carriage fell silent once more, with only the rhythmic, slight swaying of the train reminding everyone that they were getting closer and closer to the mysterious Devil Island.

As the Soul Train passed two stations and traveled through a range of rolling mountains, the scenery outside the carriage changed from open fields to steep cliffs and dense coniferous forests.

In this remote mountainous area, Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu, who had been resting with their eyes closed, suddenly opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Huo Yuhao reacted a beat slower than them, but only by half a beat. His Divine Power, which had entered the Spirit Domain Realm, keenly detected the momentary anomaly.

Immediately, a deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of the valley.

The others in the carriage were also instantly awakened by the sudden loud noise. Before they could react, Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu had already made their move.

The Soul Power of the two Limit Douluo was like two invisible giant hands, enveloping the entire train.

The passengers in the carriage only felt a sudden jolt in their seats, and the train, which had been traveling at high speed, came to an abrupt stop with a screeching sound of brakes.

Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu exchanged a glance, both reading the same judgment in each other's eyes.

The next second, the two figures disappeared from the carriage at the same time, and when they reappeared, they were floating side by side in mid-air outside the train.

The two looked down from their elevated position, and the scene before them was utterly chaotic.

The railway tracks beneath the train were blasted open, leaving a huge gap. The twisted rails curled up like pretzels, pointing skywards, with rubble and dirt scattered all over the ground.

Fortunately, Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu acted in time, preventing the Soul Train from being directly blown off the tracks in the explosion.

However, the enormous inertia from the high speed still caused the rear carriages to be jostled together in a crooked "Z" shape, as if they had been casually manipulated by an invisible hand.

Huo Yuhao also flew out of the carriage at this moment. He spread out his Divine Power without reservation and instantly found out the general situation below.

His expression hardened as he looked at Leng Yaozhu and Yun Ming, and said in a deep voice, "They are Evil Soul Master."

The explosion of the Soul Train was no accident, and looking at the entire Federation, only those Evil Soul Master who thrive on chaos would dare to attack Soul Train so recklessly.

They need no reason, no motive, and not even any interest.

Slaughter is their purpose, chaos is their belief.

In Huo Yuhao's expanded mental perception, dozens of masked men dressed in colorful outfits were seen in the carriage below, each holding a standard-issue Soul Tool Gun.

Without hesitation, they pointed their guns at the terrified passengers in the carriages, about to pull the trigger and unleash a bloody indiscriminate shooting.

The moment Huo Yuhao opened his mouth to utter the words "Evil Soul Master," Leng Yaozhu beside him had already made her move.

She gave a cold snort with a slightly chilly expression, raised her right hand, and lightly snapped her long, slender, white fingers together.

As she snapped her fingers, dozens of fist-sized fireballs appeared out of thin air around her. Each flame emitted an intense heat close to the Ultimate Fire, scorching the surrounding air and causing it to distort slightly.

The next moment, as if receiving a silent command, these fireballs transformed into streaks of fiery red light, trailing brilliant tail flames as they shot towards the train below.

Huo Yuhao's Divine Power was locked onto the battle below the entire time. He clearly "saw" that every flame released by Leng Yaozhu precisely targeted a masked bandit wielding Soul Tool Gun.

Not a single shot missed, not a single one was accidentally hit; the flames seemed to have eyes, bypassing the panicked ordinary passengers and accurately striking those who were about to pull the trigger.

Those low-level Soul Master, who were only at the second or third ring level, had no chance against Leng Yaozhu. The moment the flames touched them, they trembled, their Soul Tool Gun clattered to the ground, and they fell to the ground with screams of agony.

However, Leng Yaozhu did not kill them; she merely rendered them unable to fight, but did not take their lives.

This was certainly not Leng Yaozhu was soft-hearted; she had never shown any mercy to Evil Soul Master.

The reason for keeping them alive was simply to pry something useful out of them.

Inside the VIP carriage number one, Tang Wulin and the others rushed out at that moment.

Everyone knew something was wrong when they heard the explosion and was about to take action when they were surprised to find that the battle seemed to be over.

But this wasn't the end of it; Yun Ming's deep, abyss-like eyes continued to coldly gaze down.

When Leng Yaozhu was dealing with those small fry, he didn't even raise an eyebrow, but now his gaze was like two tangible, cold beams, firmly fixed on a carriage below.

He said in a deep voice, "There's one more."