Everyone accepted their orders and dispersed to attend to their duties.
Soon, only Su Ming and Xuanyuan Tian Ji remained in the Council Hall.
"Do you think there'll be a trap in the Southwest this time?"
Xuanyuan Tian Ji stood beside the sand table, her fingertip resting on the southwestern border as she asked softly.
"There's bound to be a trap."
Su Ming walked over to the sand table, his gaze settling on the marker for that unnamed valley.
His eyes were fathomless.
"The Abnormal Clan has made two moves in succession, feinting east to strike west. They couldn't possibly be doing all this for just one Secondary Altar."
"But even if it's a trap, that altar must be destroyed."
"If we let it grow unchecked, there'll be no end to the trouble."
His tone was calm, yet carried a ruthless resolve.
Even knowing there was a tiger on the mountain,
he still had to head straight into its lair.
He would simply meet soldiers with generals and rising waters with earthen walls.
"You stay in the rear and keep our internal affairs stable."
"I'll keep watch over the fighting in the Southwest."
"If anything truly goes wrong, I'll go there myself."
Su Ming spoke evenly.
Now that he had fully integrated the Void Power,
his combat strength was far beyond the days when he could only trade his life for an enemy's through self-detonation.
Even against a peak Great Emperor,
he could put up a fight.
A mere Secondary Altar could hardly overturn the heavens.
Xuanyuan Tian Ji nodded slightly.
"All right."
"Make sure you know your own limits, too."
"Attacking from a distance consumes a lot of power. Don't push yourself."
She knew Su Ming could provide support from afar.
But she also knew that wielding power across