Exclamations continued to resound, as the scene before them defied all expectations.
Before the appearance of this space gate, less than a square meter, no one sensed any anomaly. The gate seemed to spring from thin air, without a trace of forewarning.
By the time everyone noticed, the arm, exuding an eerie aura, was already merely half a meter away from Lin Feng.
"There's a cursed aura."
Staring at this arm, Lin Feng furrowed his brow tightly.
In deciding to publicize the achievements in the Land of Chaos, he had prepared himself, but never anticipated an assassination attempt to come so swiftly.
Only one night had passed.
Lin Feng, having absorbed the curse soul skill before, was quite familiar with this soul skill's fluctuations. The cursed aura on this arm was dense and extraordinarily chilling. He had a premonition that once touched, even the use of [Illusion] couldn't fend it off.
