With the two crabs out of the way, the rest were nothing to be afraid of.

In just thirty minutes, all the Undead beasts were demolished.

The bridge, however, didn’t disappear after the job was done. Instead, Shelly, wearing a traditional red dress, stood elegantly on top of the bridge as she waved to Alex.

Alex furrowed his brows as he approached the bridge but did not dare to walk any further.

“Come up here!”

“I won’t become younger, right?”

“You wish! What are you even scared of? You’re the owner of this spiritual tool! Do you think it’d absorb you entirely?”

Alex figured that she was right. He shouldn’t be prohibited from touching his weapon after all.

As expected, he wasn’t hurt in the slightest after getting on. However, he felt something within his heart. Since this was a bridge that only the dead had ever crossed, standing on top of it made him feel weird.

The ancient and vast feeling of space, along with the weight of life and death, was a little too overwhelming.

On