Mid-Level God

His true body, towering two zhang tall, abruptly rose to its feet. Blue-white arcs of lightning crackled across the surface of his knotted muscles.

A lightning-shaped divine mark on his brow blazed brightly, piercing through the barriers of the divine kingdom and locking firmly onto the alluring golden gleam within the ice valley.

"Have the divine sparks of those weak gods in the western wilderness shattered? They've delivered this god a fine gift!"

Tatus let out a low laugh like rolling thunder.

A hundred thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end, greed overwhelmed his doubts.

Though it was suspicious for shattered divine sparks to cross thousands of miles and fall into the Northern Plains, news of God Hunters rampaging through the Savage Western Wilderness had long since spread.

He preferred to believe that some dying minor god had detonated its divine spark, and the fragments had happened to be swept here by turbulent currents.

The aura of a divine spark spread far and wide. If he did not hurry, someone else might beat him to it.

The gates of the divine kingdom burst open with a thunderous boom.

The storm clouds churned violently as a burly figure wreathed in massive lightning arcs tore through them, plunging toward the ice valley with overwhelming force.

The earth trembled, and spiderweb cracks spread outward from beneath Tatus's iron boots.

He bent down and reached for the divine spark embedded in the frozen earth. Only three inches separated his lightning-wreathed fingertips from that alluring crystal.

"The Sect Master did not deceive me."

Xu Yunfan's voice drifted from the shadow of a huge boulder behind him, like an icy wind sweeping over the plains.

"When muscles fill the skull, there isn't even room left for the slightest suspicion."

Xu Yunfan secretly breathed a