The Dead Soul Mountain Range lay in the northwest of the Central Plains.
As one of the Central Plains' most perilous places, it was shrouded year-round in natural cold mist that could block a person's spiritual perception.
Anyone whose strength was insufficient risked being trapped to death if they ventured inside. Ordinary people therefore almost never set foot there.
When Xiao Ze tore open a Space Rift and stepped out, a vast stretch of mountains came into view.
A layer of icy mist shrouded the range, making it appear especially sinister.
Yao Lao, Feng Xian, and the others emerged from the Space Rift behind him and immediately began surveying their surroundings.
"Is this the Dead Soul Mountain Range?" Xiao Yan gazed at the mountains in the distance, veiled in swirling cold mist, and furrowed his brows. "The people of the Soul Hall certainly know how to pick a place."
In this vast sea of cold mist, even a Dou Zong expert would struggle to navigate, let alone a Dou Zun. One wrong move could easily leave them lost.
On top of that, the mist concealed many strange Demonic Beasts, so a rash approach could easily invite an attack.
What's more, the Soul Hall had built a branch hall in the Dead Soul Mountain Range. There was no way to know whether they had set up defensive measures, and a reckless intrusion could easily alert them.
However, all that seemed rather insignificant to Xiao Ze, who was already a Dou Sheng Expert.
The cold mist that could trap a Dou Zun expert couldn't trap him.
"Everyone, prepare for battle. We must leave no one alive when we wipe out this Soul Hall branch!" Xiao Ze ordered.
Yao Lao and Feng Xian nodded.
The next second, Xiao Ze tore open another Space