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Blue clouds filled the sky, followed by strong winds and a sudden drop in temperature to freezing point. Puzzled, Dante asked, "What kind of treasure is this that can change the climate of the world?" Dallas squinted at the rotating four-winged angel pattern and said, "It's most likely a treasure of the four-winged angel."

Dante took a deep breath. "The angel race... I heard they possess the power of immortals from birth."

Dallas nodded. "Exactly. The four-winged angel is a fourth-tier god in the West. They're likely comparable to Supreme Immortals who are four realms above the Ancient Immortals." He then turned to June and asked, "Where's Yanna?"

"She's inside the tower. I'll go call her..." Yanna was the jack-of-all-trades in the Divine Strategy Squadron. She was well-versed in various fields, especially ancient Western texts. She had a particular interest in Western gods and goddesses. June quickly brought in a short-haired woman wearing glasses and camouflage clothes. She was about 27 or 28 years old and was a bit petite, standing only about 1.56 meters tall with her yellow rubber shoes on.

Despite her petite stature, she exuded a mature aura with a blend of both maturity and youthful innocence.

"Yanna, are you able to identify who that four-winged angel is?" Dallas asked while pointing to the distant pillar of light.

Yanna took out an eight-fold magnifying glass from her backpack and observed the light. There was a bright red birthmark on the right side of the angel's face.

Upon seeing the birthmark, Yanna immediately replied, "She's Angel Annie, the Ice Angel. I've seen her likeness in an ancient book!"

Dallas then asked, "So, she can control ice?"

Yanna nodded. "Yes. Annie's weapon is the sacred sword of ice. Whenever she summons it, a pillar of five-colored light descends from the sky!"

Dallas was surprised. "Could it be that Annie is about to be resurrected?"

Yanna shook her head. "I'm not sure about that. According to ancient records, Annie fell into Immortal Falls 1,600 years ago. It also states that her soul was taken by the king of the angel race."

Dallas looked at Dante and Merrick with uncertainty. "If the angel is resurrected, we'll have to abandon this operation."

Dante and Merrick nodded

simultaneously. Cultivators who had not passed the Tribulation Realm would never be able to face the gods directly To them, those

Sheath the

level of immortals were nothing but ants.

"You don't need to worry!" At this moment, a childish voice came from within the Chaos Tower. "Almost all of those bird-looking angelic gods have been wiped out. Without the help of eight or more Supreme Gods, they can never be resurrected!"

Yanna's eyes sparkled. "Are those Supreme Gods still alive?"

"Perhaps!" Ditto replied simply.

Yanna's gaze dimmed slightly at the vague answer.

"Since the angel can't be

resurrected, then this sword is

without an owner. We can snatch it and give it to someone with ice abilities. He thought of Delilah, the seceration Esper. He

wanted her to shine in the Gelestial Dragon Squadron since she was from the Cricton family.

Merrick chuckled and asked, "Our sect consists of disciples with fire attributes. Can we choose not to participate?"

Dallas was slightly stunned as Merrick's words reminded him of their purpose here. Everyone was risking their lives to seize the sword, and his intention was rather selfish.

The leaders of the other sects also looked at Dallas. They did not say anything, but Dallas was forced to speak.

After a moment of silence, Dallas said, "Seniors, how do you all suppose we should determine the recipient of the sword?"

They all looked at each other, unable to come up with an answer.

"Why bother? Whoever gets it, gets it. It's better for it to be in our hands than in theirs either way, no?" Ryan piped up nonchalantly. Dante and the others exchanged glances again. He then smiled casually. "Let's go with what Ryan said. Whoever gets it, gets it."