The wind and snow swept through, and waves of cold aura spread over the entire world. Initially, it was just fifty meters in radius, but as Thor gradually floated upward, the cold aura spread in all directions, now covering a terrifying hundred meters around him.
Amidst the whirlwind of snow.
Thor's figure seemed to become the sole ruler and deity amidst the snowstorm.
At this moment, the fear on Bartlemy Bianchi's face grew more intense.
His body trembled.
He tried to speak, but what greeted him was Thor stepping forward with the knight's longsword in hand.
Surrounding him was the sweeping, all-encompassing wind and snow.
"My lord!"
"My... my lord....!"
Instinctively, Bartlemy Bianchi still wanted to say something.
But in the next moment.
"Boom!"
A sword light, carrying the wind and snow, burst forth and slashed down toward Bartlemy Bianchi.
