Hannah Fields was stunned, but Dean Bruce, eyeing the golden golem statue, felt a surge of excitement. He could sense the unique material of the golem, hinting at its immense power, and the idea of taking it with him began to form in his mind.
Meanwhile, the young adventurers who had made it to the hall approached the golems from all directions, gradually drawing closer.
Dean Bruce glanced around, recognizing those who had taken different paths on the first level, further confirming that what Hannah had told him was indeed accurate.
Crack—crack—
As people neared the golems, a sharp sound echoed. In the next instant, eerie red light gleamed in the golems' eyes as they suddenly raised their weapons and charged at the adventurers.
Prepared for an attack, everyone quickly retaliated.
However, the moment they took a blow, they were flung backward!
"What?! These are just minor golems, yet they hit that hard?"
