"This is truly a deadly trap. Even for you, I'm sure a lot of effort went into setting this up."
Sterl's eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face as he muttered to himself.
Had this been before he absorbed soul power and awakened his new talent, even with a large reserve of soul energy, he might have been gradually worn down by such an ambush.
Twelve powerful mother bodies, each with a specific and strong purpose, along with hundreds of swirling gray energy orbs rising around him, presented a dire situation.
Even if he didn't die, he would likely be severely injured, with his abilities drained and possibly his soul power reserves exhausted. In that case, he would be left vulnerable—like a fish on the chopping block, ripe for slaughter.