Yue Xiaofei slowly drew back his fingers and straightened.
He did not turn around, but his gaze instantly turned icy, and killing intent grew wildly within him like grass in spring.
Amid the freezing wind and snow above Heavenly Pool, more than thirty figures materialized out of thin air.
They wore heavy suits of golden full plate, their surfaces engraved with water-repelling and armor-piercing runes in the ancient language of the Norse gods.
Every one of them was powerfully built, most standing over two meters tall, and radiated a beastlike bloodlust. They were all peak Berserkers just below National Authority Level.
In front of these Berserkers stood an exceptionally burly young man.
He had dazzling long blond hair and bare arms as thick as ancient tree trunks, covered in densely interwoven lightning sigils.
In his right hand, he casually carried an immensely heavy one-handed war hammer.
The hammer was cast entirely from dark-gray black gold, and golden arcs as thick as thumbs constantly leaped around its head, crackling with explosive reports.
Reynold, deputy regimental commander of the Norse Ancient God Temple's Golden Griffin Legion!
He was said to carry the direct divine bloodline of Thor, the true Norse god of thunder!
"Lord Reynold, below us lies the Dragon Kingdom's legendary Cloudtop Heavenly Palace."
A Berserker holding a greatsword knelt on one knee on the ice and spoke with a fanatical expression.
"The archbishop's divination was right. All we had to do was follow the Yue Family bloodline to find the supreme treasure that awakens ancient heroic spirits! Once we seize the Heroic Spirit Core here and sacrifice it to the great god, we will gain true divine authority!"
Reynold lowered his head and looked into the bottomless fissure below, a cruel smile curling his lips.
He hefted the Thunder God's