He threw the entire Heavenly Venerable Mountain, along with everything that remained on it, into the Black Hole.
"No!"
The Supreme Ancestor, Ao Tianqiong, and the others could only watch helplessly as the foundation of their sect was tossed into the other party's mouth like garbage.
"Gulp."
The Black Hole contracted and vanished.
Yang Yu smacked his lips, still unsatisfied.
"The taste was average. Too many rocks—they were a bit hard on the teeth."
He patted his stomach and turned his gaze toward the surviving Jin Court higher-ups below.
The Supreme Ancestor, Ao Tianqiong, and the dozens of Old Freaks in the underground altar who had already exhausted their strength.
These people were today's main course.
Swept by Yang Yu's gaze, everyone felt as though they had been stripped naked and laid out on a chopping block.
"Run!"
The Supreme Ancestor was the first to react.
He burned the last of his divine soul, turning into a streak of light as he fled madly in the direction opposite Yang Yu.
He no longer cared about the sect or his dignity.
Right now, he only wanted to live!
"Trying to run?"
Yang Yu watched his retreating figure and shook his head.
"I already said it. Today's a feast, and no one can be missing."
He raised his right hand and lightly pointed in the direction the Supreme Ancestor had fled.
"Spacetime Seal."
In an instant, the Void around the Supreme Ancestor abruptly froze.
His entire body stiffened in midair, like a fly trapped in amber, still holding the pose of lunging forward.
His eyes were filled with terror and despair.
He discovered that not only space, but even his thoughts, time, and everything else had completely come to a halt.
He had become a living statue.
Yang Yu did not kill