Su Ming's figure vanished into the wind and snow to the east.
Meanwhile, deeper in the Far North Icefield, within a vast palace hidden underground.
A figure clad in black robes sat in the seat of honor, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
Several others in black robes stood below, their auras deep and powerful. All were experts at the Immortal Emperor Realm or above.
"The Western Sub-Altar has been destroyed."
The black-robed figure above spoke slowly, in a hoarse voice that betrayed neither joy nor anger.
Everyone below paled.
"What? The Western Sub-Altar was destroyed? Who did it?"
"Was it the Allied Army? How could they possibly have discovered our sub-altar?"
The black-robed figure sneered.
"It was their Alliance Leader, Su Ming."
"Interesting. An Immortal Emperor Supreme. No wonder he could destroy the Western Sub-Altar."
Everyone below looked astonished.
An Immortal Emperor Supreme?
The Allied Army's Alliance Leader was actually that powerful?
"Deputy Church Leader, what should we do now? Should we send someone to eliminate him?"
Someone stepped forward and asked.
The black-robed figure addressed as the Deputy Church Leader waved a hand, an eerie smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"There's no need to rush."
"The night of the full moon is almost upon us. Once Lord Nether General descends, even a Half-Step Great Emperor will be no match for him, let alone an Immortal Emperor Supreme."
"Pass down my orders. Have the Eastern Sub-Altar and the Northeastern Sub-Altar prepare. The Sacrificial Ritual will proceed as planned."
"Also, keep a close watch on that Su Ming. I want every scrap of information on him."
"Let's see just how capable this Alliance Leader really is."
"As you command!"
Everyone below answered in unison.
Elsewhere.
The biting wind and snow scraped across his cheeks like knives.