The Golden Horn Demon Antelope acted in an instant.
This was a domineering Great Technique that combined pure pressure with space solidification, leveraging the will condensed like a mountain at the Middle Stage of the Demon Venerable to forcibly confine this region and trap Jiang Shu, striving for a glimmer of hope in repairing the array hub with the core pulsation induced by the Golden Law at its horn.
Wherever the ripples passed, the air groaned under unbearable weight, even the energy currents escaping from the battlefield below seemed to become fixed amber, growing sluggish and viscous.
The hem of Jiang Shu's azure robe flapped violently under this terrifying pressure, and the space around him seemed to be instantly cast into ten thousand feet of profound iron!
However, his pressed palm did not retreat in the slightest, while his eyes, as deep as containing an entire galaxy, reflected the dark gold ripples surging from below with only a tranquil indifference.
