Chapter142-Suppression

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.