Upon seeing the situation, Dongyue Saint Master couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
"Thinking of leaving now, don't you think it's too late?"
As his words fell, suddenly, mighty mountains rose from various corners of the void.
Each mountain seemed like a colossal hand of his.
Those Mahayana cultivators who were attempting to flee, resembled flies trapped in a spider's web, their bodies high in the sky, ceaselessly pressed down by the crushing force.
Some of the weaker ones hadn't even landed when their bodies started to crack open in mid-air.
"Dongyue Saint Master, don't go too far!"
A Mahayana from the Divine Ruins roared in anger.
Dongyue Saint Master looked indifferent.
"And what of it?"
Boom!
As his words ended, brilliant light suddenly appeared on each of the mountains that were suppressing the Mahayana.
Strange runes flickered, causing all the Mahayana cultivators to cry out in misery.
Boom!
In the sky, many of their bodies explosively shattered.
