"Star Derivation: Domainfall!"
The captain Gao Yuan's steady voice, like the ringing of a morning bell, shattered the brief stalemate.
He clasped his palms together and thrust them forward in a sharp, phantom press.
In an instant, a vast, pale silver domain, as intricate as the orbits of stars, erupted from his center, instantly enveloping all the charging members of the Demon Race.
Within the domain, the gravity seemed to multiply by more than ten times in an instant.
The Demon Race's charge came to a screeching halt, as if they had plunged into an invisible mire. Every movement became incredibly slow and heavy, and even their breathing seemed to grow labored under the pressure.
The terrifying suppressive force blanketed every member of the Demon Race, from those at the Peak of Great Sun Realm to the ordinary ones in the Bright Moon Realm.
"Swift!" From the safety of the center, Zhou Tong's eyes flashed as he let out a sharp cry.
