The purple-clad girl's eyes widened in shock.
The chubby man who had been about to lay his hands on her was now, inexplicably, frozen into an ice sculpture.
A chilling aura wafted around.
His face was pale with terror, his bean-sized eyes filled with fright.
He was still in his initial posture, his pudgy fingers only a dozen centimeters away from her, utterly immobile.
Looking around, the girl noticed it wasn't just him; the others were in the same predicament.
At the bridge entrance, ice sculptures stood erect, capturing seven or eight gold-tier assessment participants in expressions of fear.
In just a few breaths, everyone present, except for the purple-clad girl, was encased in ice.
The girl looked bewildered, clueless about what had transpired.
At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"Are you alright?"
As she heard this voice, she found the stone trapping her loosening significantly.
