The Spatial Blades within this spatial storm were so pervasive, they permeated every crevice, densely packed from all directions. Even with Sun Wukong's abilities, at best he could only block the Spatial Blades attacking from one direction, and had to withstand the rest with sheer resilience.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The dense sound of blades striking incessantly rang out. The Primordial Force Shield that Sun Wukong had propped up was rapidly depleting under the relentless bombardment of Spatial Blades, growing thinner and thinner until, after enduring for half an incense stick's time, it finally collapsed completely. At this moment, Sun Wukong had managed to forge less than halfway through the spatial storm.
