In that instant.
The world around him seemed to slow down.
It was as if someone had pressed an invisible slow-motion button.
Wang Xi had an illusion.
He felt like a tiny insect caught in a vast black net, trapped at the center of the dark threads, sinking deeper and deeper.
Unable to move, with nowhere to hide.
The black net was closing in, tightening—
The whistling in his ears was incessant.
CLANG!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!
Wang Xi entered a peculiar state.
His thoughts could no longer keep up with the speed of the black balls. He could only rely on his body's instincts to react in time.
There was only the Beheading Sword in his hand.
Only with it could he meet the bombardment head-on.
The black balls flew faster and in greater numbers, and Wang Xi's speed increased to match. Though he wasn't moving from his spot, he became a blur of afterimages.
