Half an hour ago, on the ice plains, stood several mysterious figures dressed in black cloaks.
One of them, a man with a slightly hunched back and a pitch-black mask, looked at a snow mountain and said:
"This should be where that woman is sealed, right?"
"Yes! This should be the place."
The man next to him, also clad in a black cloak, immediately replied:
"Everyone be careful, after all, that woman is also a Titled Powerhouse!"
"Moreover, she is the Death God of the North. Being trapped for so many years now, she must be in an extremely manic state."
Another black-cloaked figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, letting out a sinister chuckle:
"The God of Death, huh? Hehehe! That title seems quite impressive. I remember having such a title myself before joining the organization!"
The first black-cloaked man spoke in a deep voice:
"Alright, we've found the place, now it's time to bring that woman out directly."
