Netherworld.
Polar Ice Land.
Beneath the silver moonlight, the entire Polar Ice Land shimmered with a silvery glow, turning what should have been an ink-black night sky into a white haze.
Apart from the howling of the snowstorm and the sound of ice cracking, there were no other sounds in the Polar Ice Land.
In the Polar Ice Land, any life that could make noise had already been frozen to death; those that hadn't been frozen to death did not make a sound.
These creatures were all in hibernation, and no one knew when they would awaken.
They are the ancient beasts of legend.
No one has ever counted how many ancient beasts still exist in this vast and boundless icy wasteland because none who have seen the ancient beasts here have ever made it out alive.
Even during the era of the Ancestor of the Nether King, the soldiers he led had halted before the Polar Ice Land, not daring to continue their conquest forward.