"No!"
Ji Wushuang let out a desperate roar!
He wanted to resist, to flee!
But before that vast, abyss-like, peerlessly tyrannical sealing power, his pitiful strength was like a firefly competing with the moon for brilliance—utterly incapable of stirring the slightest ripple!
His body was firmly pinned down by that terrifying sealing power, then violently pressed from midair onto the altar's floor!
A deafening boom rang out!
Ji Wushuang was firmly suppressed atop the altar in the shape of a spread-eagle!
Even the hard altar floor cracked under that immense force!
Forget resisting—he could not even move a single finger!
"Crown Prince Your Highness!"
The white-haired old eunuch was instantly terrified at the sight!
Forcing his severely wounded body, he sprang up from the ground, intending to rush forward and rescue him.
However, the moment he moved, an icy gaze fell upon him.
Xiao Yang merely cast him a cold glance.
The old eunuch's body instantly froze in place, as though he had fallen into an ice pit!
He had no doubt that if he dared take another step forward, this god of slaughter would unhesitatingly suppress him here just like Crown Prince Your Highness!
The entire Ten Thousand Souls Altar fell deathly silent.
Only the countless ghostly flames swayed in the wind, letting out mournful whimpering sounds, as though playing an elegy for this lofty Crown Prince of the Heavenly Court.
All the Heavenly Court guards stood mute as cicadas, each lowering their heads, not daring even to breathe loudly.
Their Crown Prince Your Highness, the invincible god in their eyes, was now effortlessly suppressed beneath the feet of that Black Clothed Youth like a dead dog.
The shock of this scene was simply too great for them!
Xiao Yang walked step by step toward the suppressed Ji Wushuang.