Controlling three weapons simultaneously while his latest eye roamed the island to gather information was demanding. The sheer focus needed was daunting, yet Liu Xing managed it. While he thought his control was somewhat crude, it was actually quite effective. It was almost as if he were a man sitting with three controllers in hand, his characters moving as he commanded. Though his actions were impossible for mortals, it seemed his mental prowess had grown alongside his cultivation.

The "controllers" were his mind, but he used physical cues to time his attacks. He twitched his index finger to fire the gun and swung his finger to command his sword. He was like a music conductor, and the battle raging across the island was his music. Eventually, he would need to eliminate his physical cues entirely and control his weapons purely with his mind. He suspected that, with enough experience, he could do so; for now, however, the cues and signals were acceptable.

He focused his attention on his gun. Currently, it moves swiftly above the lake's surface. Although the bulk of the fighting had shifted to the side, battles still raged here. Some cultivators flew while attacking from atop flying swords. Most demonic cultivators used different methods. Some hovered freely, some rode red flying beasts, and some sprouted blood wings. Each demonic cultivator was enveloped by fire and touched by the mist.

Additionally, this mist hindered his vision. While his eyes could pierce the mist somewhat, it was still annoying.

He focused his attention on the sixth eye, the one that didn't follow a weapon but still had the important function of gathering information. Currently, that eye was atop the rubble of a red palace, so he ordered it to move skyward. Instantly, the eye moved. One moment, it oversaw the red palace; the next, it was high in the sky. Looking down, he could see the mist was thick and spreading, fire illuminating its belly. From this vantage point, he could see the entirety of the burning island. He ordered the eye to look around and soon found a fire dragon unleashing its breath attack upon a group of cultivators.

When he saw the fire dragon, his eyes narrowed. The dragon was formidable, and he suspected that it was the source of the fire that was enhancing the demonic cultivators. However, he felt that, although the dragon was the source of the fire, it lacked the ability to enhance others. He suspected the mist was responsible, meaning the fire enveloping the demonic cultivators was a two-person combination technique.

As he thought this, his gun hovered near a tree branch and fired a bullet that struck a demonic cultivator. The cultivator was grinning and surrounded by the limbs and gruesome corpses of his dead opponents. Instead of exploding into a red mist when the bullet struck, the cultivator was thrown into the air. He let out a shriek. His back was charred and bloody, and blood flowed out like magma from charred ground. Liu Xing raised his eyebrows, surprised that the demonic cultivator hadn't died from a single shot.

He ordered his gun to follow the demonic cultivator. When the cultivator landed headfirst on the ground and tried to scramble away, Liu Xing twitched his finger. The gun shot another bullet, acquired from killing a demonic cultivator, and a bolt flew through the mist toward the demonic cultivator's head. When the bullet struck, it exploded, destroying his head. Seeing that the enemy was dead, Liu Xing shrugged. Perhaps this person was a master of defensive techniques and body cultivation, which made his body hard to kill. He intended to move his gun forward when something caught his eye.

"Is that..."

From the corpse of this demonic cultivator, a little wisp of black smoke rose. Upon seeing it, he ordered the gun to get closer, his heart beating faster and faster with dread and anticipation. Upon arrival, the gun instantly absorbed the smoke, making his stomach twist.

The implication that this random demonic cultivator had darkness inside his body was terrible.

"Perhaps that guy was special," Liu Xing muttered. It was a hopeful thought. After all, there were still many demonic cultivators around. If even one more of them possessed the darkness, then the darkness was perhaps as common as Heaven Grade Techniques among the great sects. "I'll soon find out."

He felt he needed to urgently finish this battle. Dealing with darkness always turned into a troublesome affair, and he began to think the darkness was some kind of bad omen. As his stomach churned, he began to think about whether he needed to deal with the dragon or the mist first. He knew for a fact that these two things were the key to this battle. If one vanished, then the demonic cultivators would lose their advantage. The problem was, what did he need to prioritize?

For a moment, he wondered why he couldn't do both at the same time. After all, he could fight in three places at once. But soon, he realized this way of thinking was too risky. His weapons were pushing back the demonic cultivators. If he pulled two of his weapons, many people would die.

As Liu Xing's mind split to control his shark to help a group of cultivators deal with seven demonic cultivators, his gun floating in the air and rapidly shooting bullets, and his purple sword moving as the tip of a formation against tens of demonic cultivators, he thought about what he needed to target first and soon found a conclusion.

The mist was the more urgent target.

The source of the fire was the dragon, but the mist was the one spreading it. If the mist was gone, then while the source would still exist, it could not spread. Additionally, the mist was laced with qi, and while he wasn't entirely sure, he suspected the mist had another function aside from spreading the fire—perhaps a kind of mental attack, perhaps this mist was the way its user observed the surroundings, and another simple reason was because it obstructed the view. Not only his, but other cultivators' as well, making coordination a nightmare. Even now, he saw several instances of friendly fire.

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Nodding, Liu Xing decided to get rid of the mist.

He ordered his sixth eye—still observing the battlefield high above—to look around. He observed the rolling mist below. It was still filled with a cacophony of shouts, screams, explosions, and loud sounds, but he realized that while the fights still happened, they were not as scattered as before. It seemed many battles had converged into several spots, with the three prominent spots being at the edge of the lake, where his stone blade currently was; the middle forest, where his gun currently was; and the outskirts of the forest, where his shark was currently hunting demonic cultivators. The dragon was at the edge of a nearby city, still hunting a group of cultivators.

He wanted to be everywhere at once to ensure the safety of as many people as possible, but he was no Immortal, so the best thing he could do was kill demonic cultivators faster. And the key to doing that was destroying this mist.

Liu Xing observed the mist more, trying to find its source. Soon, he realized the mist was rolling outward, like water spreading from a spring. While its spreading speed was slow, he could clearly see its movement, which meant he could trace the mist to its source. Upon realizing this, he ordered his sixth eye to follow the trace and soon realized the mist had several "currents," indicating more than one source.

Soon, he found the first source. It was located several meters from the lake's edge. There stood a big tree surrounded by thick mist. From the ground between its roots, mist came out as if the tree's roots were on fire. Liu Xing observed this spot a bit more, then inhaled deeply, trying to center his mind. He suspected there was something beneath the ground and between these tree roots.

Focusing on the eye near his gun, Liu Xing commanded his gun to disengage from the nearby enemies and move higher into the treetops. Then, he commanded the gun to fly toward that tree. Soon, it arrived. When it did, he rotated the gun slightly so that its tip pointed downward.

His left index finger was ready to twitch, ready to destroy the tree and whatever was beneath it. But before he could act, a woman suddenly emerged from the shadows beneath the roots. She held two shadow-wreathed daggers and rocketed toward the gun, as if she could see it and was trying to stop it from attacking.

Liu Xing's heart skipped a beat. He was surprised by the sudden attack and by the fact that the woman lunged directly toward his gun. However, his reflexes were no slouch. He tilted the gun to the side and moved it. The dagger was a hair's breadth away from his gun, but it had successfully dodged her attack. In response to this sneak attack, Liu Xing fired a bullet right toward the woman's forehead.

The woman, wearing black clothes and looking almost like a ninja, looked surprised upon seeing his blue bolt. But instead of moving to the side, she swung her other dagger to deflect his bullet.

"Big mistake," Liu Xing commented. When the bullet and the dagger collided, it exploded. The shockwave made the ground below churn, creating a huge cloud of dust, as well as breaking several branches and little trees. The explosion was not that big, but it was concentrated, and a normal Core Splitting cultivator would have died from it.

Liu Xing hurriedly ordered the gun to move forward and out of the cloud of dust. His true target was the ground below the big tree. The fact that this spot was guarded by that woman who had come out of the shadows indicated that this place was indeed a vital spot.

As the gun rushed and his eye followed, he focused wholeheartedly on that tree, intending to crush it, but then he saw the side of his gun in his peripheral vision and realized there were no six glowing stripes on it, which meant the woman had not died.

As he realized this, the woman emerged from the faint shadow cast by the cloud of dust below. Twisting in the air, she swung her foot to kick the gun. Her face twisted into a ferocious snarl, like a pissed-off bear.

Liu Xing willed his gun to rise higher, trying to get out of the kick's range. The kick swung so fast it looked like a blur, but his gun was a little bit faster. There was only a sliver of space between the tip of her foot and his gun.

Riding this momentum, he willed the gun to point down, ready to unleash a bullet, when suddenly the woman threw one of her daggers downward. Liu Xing was confused by this move. His gun was up; there was nothing down. It would have made more sense if she had thrown it up.

When the dagger stabbed the ground, Liu Xing twitched his finger as he willed the gun to unleash a bullet, but while his finger twitched, the gun... didn't shoot! Instead, it was frozen in mid-air!

Liu Xing's heart skipped a beat; a profound fear began to surge in his heart.

That gun was the most important thing he had, whether practically or sentimentally. Hence, when his gun was frozen and out of his control, he was afraid of losing it. His mind whirled, the gears spinning, trying to find out what the hell had happened, when he suddenly realized the dagger that stabbed the ground was right in the center of a shadow. His gun was invisible; it didn't cast a shadow, but there was still a cloud of dust swirling around, and some of it was flying around his gun, making it cast a shadow. Suddenly, he understood what was happening.

That girl was pinning down his gun by pinning the shadow it cast!

His mind spent several precious seconds thinking about what had happened, and the woman used it effectively. Knowing his invisible gun was frozen in the air, she launched herself upward and thrust her dagger.

Liu Xing gritted his teeth and willed his gun to dodge, to move to the side. It felt as if he were trying to pull his own teeth, but in a moment, he felt his gun was free. Yet, it was too late.

He had never tested his gun's durability, so when the dagger connected, he was terrified it would pierce through his gun and break it. Instead, the stab merely pushed the gun, sending it flying like a cannonball. It sailed through the air before it hit a tree, but instead of stopping, the force of the throw made the gun break through the tree, destroying it into splinters, while the gun continued to be thrown. Liu Xing's Eye of Lightning followed the gun like a paramedic watching a man hit by a car, and he willed the bubble of qi surrounding the gun to move and respond to his command.

The woman who had successfully attacked his gun instantly turned around, dissolved into the shadow, and began to move away as a pool of shadow on the ground. He didn't know why the woman had suddenly gone, but he used this chance to will the gun to stop hurtling through the air.

After a moment, its speed slowed, and soon it hovered peacefully, as if it hadn't just been thrown with enough force to destroy a tree. With his Eye of Lightning, he looked around his gun, trying to check for any damage. There was a little scratch on its side, but aside from that, his gun was alright.

Liu Xing gritted his teeth, anger bubbling up in his stomach before dissolving and turning into confusion.

"Where did that woman go?"

But then, as if she had heard the question in his mind, a shadow moved along down the cliff, and then, a woman with eyes staring daggers at him came out of that shadow and lunged at him.

With a cold voice, she said, "Found you!"

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