Restraint

The shock and terror brought by the Curse Poison Master lingered for quite a while before the alien powerhouses present recovered from their fright.

Of the alien team that had originally numbered over a hundred, only sixty or seventy remained.

And those who remained were far from unscathed. Many had bodies charred black, reeking of burnt flesh.

Some wailed without end, having lost an arm or a thigh, with no possibility of continuing to fight.

Others had pale faces and kept backing away, clearly scared out of their wits.

Faced with the encirclement, Lin Feng's indiscriminate explosions were simply too terrifyingly destructive.

Even if they could withstand the blast's impact, they remained helpless against those utterly insidious soul skills.

Even though they had studied Lin Feng's combat system, his preferred methods of attack, the soul skills he possessed, and the effects of those skills, and could clearly judge when Lin Feng would unleash them and defend in advance, they still could not guard against everything.

They could block one kind, but not the second. They could block the first two, but there was still a third.

Not to mention, there were far more than three.

Even if someone were exceptionally gifted and overwhelmingly powerful enough to defend against every one of them, could they still do so when multiple soul skills bombarded them at once?

This was practically an unsolvable attack.

Only by dodging in advance, staying far from the attack's range, or remaining within a life soul could one avoid the damage.

Even a Martial Emperor's Elementalization could not render them immune to this kind of damage.

"Is this the Curse Poison Master? It's too sinister. How are we supposed to defend against it?"

An alien lowered his head to look down at the corpses below, then asked his