Blood covered the floor of the train carriage, mangled corpses lay on the ground, and the thick stench of blood filled the air. It was a horrifying sight.
The conductor, Zhang Dai, stood frozen with a group of security personnel. At the gruesome scene before him, his scalp prickled, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
In all his years as a conductor, this was his first encounter with an evil soul master attack.
Thankfully, no lives had been lost, or his days as a conductor would have been over.
"Heavens..."
Zhang Dai could not help murmuring, his heart in his throat. He raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, filled with lingering dread.
An entire carriage of passengers, all ordinary people with no means of fighting back-if this evil soul master had suddenly attacked, the whole carriage would have suffered horrific casualties, with blood flowing in rivers.
Then, not only would he, the conductor, be unable to escape blame, but public opinion across the Federation would explode.
"Thank goodness... thank goodness no one was injured or killed."
Zhang Dai let out a long breath, his suspended heart settling a little.
Fortunately, this evil soul master had been killed on the spot before he could harm the passengers. This was already the best possible outcome.
Not daring to delay a moment, Zhang Dai immediately took out the Soul Guidance Scanning Device he carried and activated it. A pale blue scanning beam enveloped the corpse on the floor.
Seconds later, the scan results appeared. The clear information before his eyes made Zhang Dai's pupils contract sharply and his expression change drastically.
"Holy Spirit Cult, martial soul: phosphorus fire, rank seventy-three Soul Sage-Qian Yan!"
He read the information in a low voice, towering waves surging through his heart,