Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
...
From a different vantage point, an array of illusory swords relentlessly assailed a solitary figure. Each collision reverberated with a piercing shrill, echoing through the air and mingling with the figure's armor.
Like a hapless prey ensnared in a spider's web, the figure valiantly attempted to retaliate. However, their efforts were futile, as their every movement was constricted by the overwhelming presence of the illusory swords, which consumed their focus entirely.
"Hmm, the technique lacks strength," Xia Wei remarked, his voice dripping with curiosity as he observed every minute detail of the struggle. Simultaneously, a peculiar dizziness seeped into his consciousness whenever he replenished the swords.
