What the hell is going on?

In an instant, Sun Wukong's mind raced. How could someone change direction so quickly at such a fast speed?

Doesn't it need buffering at all?!

when!!!

when!!!

Ta-da!

Within two seconds, seven explosions of sound, like the tolling of bells, rang out!

Sparks burst around Sun Wukong! Those were the high temperatures and abrasion caused by the collision and friction of metal against metal! In the still dim light, they resembled golden fireworks exploding!

Surrounding him were countless golden phantoms that could not be dispelled, one after another, in the sky like a rapidly woven bird's nest, enveloping Sun Wukong completely!

Unimpeded retreats time and again, attacks bursting forth in an instant, with lightning speed! Striking like a bolt of lightning!

If it weren't for Sun Wukong's thousands of years of combat experience, god-like reaction speed, and all-out defense, it would have been impossible to withstand this unreasonable frequency of attacks!

If you replaced him with any second-generation super soldier, they probably wouldn't even be able to detect his movements!

Even if Sun Wukong were slightly slower, he wouldn't have been able to completely block these attacks.

On the ground, a flock of birds were stunned, watching as Sun Wukong in the sky was repeatedly struck by a golden light, making him tumble and leap as if he were trying his best to resist, while around him were golden rings that seemed to exist simultaneously—these were afterimages of his vision.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten seconds had passed, and the clanging sound reverberated through the mountains and forests nearly a hundred times!

"This can't go on..." Sun Wukong thought to himself. He didn't know how to complain, but he never expected things to turn out this way.

Even if Wang Ji could easily traverse wormholes, he could still do so with ease, but this speed...

Click...

A sharp sound suddenly interrupted Sun Wukong's thoughts, startling him!

Subconsciously, he looked at his golden cudgel...

when!!!

A golden light flashed past him in an instant, and a pot slammed down on him!

Sun Wukong suddenly felt nauseous and slightly uncomfortable.

But he didn't pay much attention to it, and instead quickly looked at his golden cudgel...

"Sorry, your weapon has lost durability."

The golden light stopped, and Wang Ji, carrying the pot, looked at the golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand.

A crack appeared on it.