Chương 1118: Last Meal

The granite statue was lean and athletic, leaping through the distance between them with a single step. It rivaled Whisker in speed, who was among the fastest in the group. However, Seraphine activated her blood barrier instantly, letting it defend her.

Splash!

The white statue seemed confused, although its detailed facial features did not reveal anything. The weapon it held, a long and thin sword, was covered by a pool of blood twirling midair. Then, it jumped backward and retreated from the battlefield before blending back into the mist.

"This entire bridge is a creature of some sort," muttered Arthur as he looked at the ground beneath them. "This mist and statue were created by the bridge, which acts as a natural defense against challengers and monsters alike."

"A bridge with consciousness?" muttered Ilia with shock as he looked down at the mist hovering over their legs. "This tower has everything to offer, huh? Should we attack this bridge itself?"