"So what should we do?" Hasula asked straightforwardly in the dark.
Since the Nether Emperor had suggested to fight back around this area, Hasula wanted to know the specific steps of the plan.
The reddish-yellow mist was rolling while emitting a vague sound of water that seemed to be coming from another world. Under the influence of an invisible force, the mist twisted and gradually formed a map that marked the primeval forests, frozen lands, ice lakes, mountains, and rivers, within ten thousand miles.
At the north of the map, there was a specially-marked red dot. It was the intersection of this forest and a perennially frozen lake.
"A secret realm is hidden there. The Demonic Monarch used to have Isolated Practice at that place," said the Nether Emperor in a cold voice.
