The northern territory of the ancient continent was filled with continuous glaciers. It looked like a sharp ice sword jutting into the sky with a freezing aura.
A group of more than twenty members of the God Clan was moving. It was led by a young man, sauntering through the glaciers towards the territory of swamps.
The leading young man had short hair, which looked like short but sharp steel needles. A handsome face accompanied by a set of exquisite armor. His armor had the drawings of burning fires.
More than twenty God warriors following him had calm auras and resolute eyes. They were like imposing mountains with abundant exploding energy that gave people a heavy pressure.
The glaciers situated one after another had buried many warriors under those people's raids. After less than five years, they had uprooted the so-called talented seeds of the great star areas in this territory of bitter coldness.
