What exactly were the inside details of that upheaval? Things seemed increasingly enigmatic. At this moment, Zhao Zhuikong appeared so gentle and refined that he didn't seem to be faking it. So why did he become so crazed and twisted after entering the Samsara World? Was it because he killed the companions he grew up with, causing his temperament to suddenly change? Or was it because of the failure to unlock his Gene Lock that he became like that? Thinking about the actions of the two little girls before him, Zheng Zha secretly reviewed this so-called Path of Proving the Dao Through Strength. It seemed dangerous and absurd, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't entirely without merit. At least in the current situation, it seemed feasible, though the danger was no less than properly overcoming one's inner demon, and it absolutely required a controller with immensely powerful mental strength.

There was actually another shortcut... that is, transferring this vast, tyrannical consciousness into the mind of another person. That person must be a mental controller, and it wouldn't matter whether they lived or died or if they could bear it. In this way, the other person would certainly die, but the one overcoming the inner demon might emerge unscathed... I wonder if this method could be considered a demonic path.

Regardless of what Zheng Zha was contemplating, the two girls began walking back from the beach now, having endured the tyrannical consciousness as usual for the day.

It was around dusk when they returned to the group's gathering spot, just as they were starting to eat.

Having observed their movements for several consecutive days, Zheng Zha had basically grasped the passage of time now.

The two little girls chatted and laughed as they walked. The sky was already approaching evening, and the lingering glow of the setting sun painted the entire ocean a golden hue.

Even this small island seemed enveloped in brilliant golden light. Everything appeared so tranquil, just as it had been for the more than half a year Zheng Zha had been watching her. Today would pass peacefully too... Suddenly, the two girls exchanged a fleeting glance. Since Zhao Ruikong possessed the potential of a mental controller, they could communicate via consciousness, although her mental skill wasn't specifically for telepathic exchange.

Therefore, communicating this way severely drained her mental power, so they could only exchange a few brief sentences in emergencies.

"Sister, there are seventeen people... Is it because we come to this beach every day that they decided to ambush us?" Zhao Ruikong urgently asked through their shared mental link.

Zhao Yingkong nodded slightly, also replying mentally, "Probably, since we come at this time every day, the bastards from the other teams should have tracked our movements by now. Seventeen people lying in ambush here, most of the members from two teams... Hehe. Little girl, how long do you think it will take us to deal with them?" Zhao Ruikong pursed her lips dismissively, "For me alone, a dozen seconds would be enough to take them down. Without unlocking the third stage of the Gene Lock, they simply couldn't withstand my mental invasion... Sister Yingkong, are you going or should I?" Zhao Yingkong lightly squeezed her palm.

She frowned slightly, "You go first, little girl. Be gentle; just teach them a lesson... I just went through the tyrannical consciousness of the fourth stage, so I might not be able to gauge my strength accurately right now."

Zhao Ruikong nodded slightly, saying no more, and simply walked slowly forward beside Zhao Yingkong.

Zheng Zha had long grown accustomed to the fights among the children of the 'Kong' generation during the more than half a year he had been in this world. Due to some private agendas of the Assassin Family, these children injected with the Gene Catalyst were divided into several groups and all deployed to this isolated island. The island wasn't too small; it had fresh water and a fixed food source, but after all, it was an island with a harsh environment where ordinary people absolutely could not survive. The food sources, though varied, were limited. For instance, the fish around the island included sharks, making ordinary people hesitant to venture into the sea casually. Moreover, the terrestrial food sources were far too scarce. Consequently, only Zhao Yingkong's group among these groups was slightly better off, at least not worrying about food, while the others mostly ate one day and starved the next. Under such circumstances, fighting was inevitable. The victorious group would often seize the food and fresh water from the defeated one. And Zhao Yingkong's group, possessing abundant food and water, was constantly coveted by the other groups.

However, because Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Ruikong were too powerful, even if an entire other group attacked them, they might not defeat the two girls. Thus, after prolonged conflict, these groups had basically excluded the pair from their calculations. Furthermore, they were assassins, not street thugs; if a strike failed, they could immediately slip away, and similarly, if an attack missed, they could flee right away. The other groups couldn't pin down the whereabouts of the two girls, nor did they have enough time to prepare an ambush. So, only now, having found an opportunity, had they finally united to prepare an ambush on the girls' return route.

It had to be admitted that the function of that Gene Lock Catalyst was indeed potent. Apart from the geniuses Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Ruikong, there were still one or two individuals in the other groups who had unlocked the later stages of the Gene Lock. Based on Zheng Zha's observations over the past six months, the other groups combined had at least two to three formidable figures who had unlocked the third stage of the Gene Lock... It could be said that as long as they could overcome the danger of the fourth-stage inner demon, these children would undoubtedly be an unimaginably terrifying force, at least stronger than most Reincarnation Squads.

While Zheng Zha was still pondering, the two little girls had lightly and gracefully stepped into the thicket. As Zhao Yingkong took her first step into the bushes, several sharp gusts of wind attacked her head-on. She didn't dodge; instead, she struck a nearby small tree forcefully with one hand. That soft, white, delicate little hand actually snapped the tree, which was about the diameter of a bowl, in half. The severed trunk immediately blocked the path before her. With two muffled chih-chih sounds, several throwing knives became deeply embedded in the wood.

"Hehe, Zhao Fukong, are you ambushing me again? Wasn't the lesson from last time enough?" Zhao Yingkong stepped back a few paces. The bowl-sized trunk fell to the ground with a thud. Standing opposite the wood, shrouded in darkness, was indeed a handsome youth. His face was slightly flushed as he looked at Zhao Yingkong.

Zheng Zha had also seen this person named Zhao Fukong before. He had unlocked the second stage of the Gene Lock, and his assassination skills and strength were quite formidable. Several times, due to food issues, he had clashed with Zhao Yingkong. Except for one instance where he was cornered and soundly beaten by Zhao Yingkong, in all other encounters, he relied on his throwing knife technique to fight and flee simultaneously. Moreover, Zheng Zha also noticed that this boy seemed to have a secret crush on Zhao Yingkong.

As expected, upon hearing Zhao Yingkong's words, the blush on the boy's face deepened, and for a moment, he didn't seem to know where to put his hands or feet. It wasn't until a burst of loud laughter came from behind him that the boy finally managed to steady himself.

Stepping out from behind Zhao Fukong was a robust youth, about seventeen or eighteen years old, exceptionally tall, nearly two meters high, with powerfully defined muscles bulging under his skin. This fellow seemed intent on showcasing his strength, as he was only wearing a close-fitting single layer of clothing. His exaggerated, booming laughter made him look like some great general or warrior from ancient times.

Despite his exaggerated and almost comical appearance, this youth's strength was genuinely impressive. In the six months Zheng Zha had been here, he had encountered many members from other groups, and only two or three, including this fellow, could exchange a couple of moves with Zhao Yingkong. Moreover, this youth took an unconventional approach, integrating assassination techniques into his own attack patterns, making his fighting style truly feel like brute force overwhelming finesse. Although he still couldn't defeat Zhao Yingkong, this youth named Zhao Likong indeed possessed the strength to put up a fight against her.

Zhao Likong laughed boisterously a few times, then continued, "Zhao Yingkong, stop talking about lessons from last time. If I hadn't gotten diarrhea from eating too many oysters last time, how could you have beaten up my subordinates? Today is your unlucky day. Just admit defeat obediently, send some food and fresh water over with your group members, and we won't make trouble for you two little girls."

Zhao Yingkong curled her lips in disdain and stopped speaking. Instead, she rapidly retreated two steps backward, instantly exposing Zhao Ruikong beside her to the sight of the ambushers. The little girl also broke into a brilliant smile. As Zhao Yingkong retreated, she had already taken several rapid steps forward. At this moment, the distance between the two girls and the two in front was about fifty meters. As soon as they moved, Zhao Fukong's hand was already gripping a throwing knife.

The slightly timid little boy from before was gone; only a deep stillness remained in Zhao Fukong's eyes. He held the knife but didn't throw it, instead focusing intently on Zhao Ruikong. It wasn't until a whistling sound of wind cutting through the air arrived that Zhao Likong abruptly stepped in front of him.

A small stone landed in Zhao Likong's hand. The immense force of the impact against his palm caused a dull thud, as if a high-velocity projectile had struck wood. Zhao Yingkong, standing far off, giggled, "Close combat is fine, but don't think about sneak attacks from a distance. We'll stop after a simple exchange, agreed? If anyone goes too far... I'll step in too."

As she spoke, Zhao Yingkong wore a brilliant smile, but her eyes were utterly cold, their chill sharp as razor blades.

Simultaneously, Zhao Ruikong had covered over twenty meters. She suddenly lifted her foot and stomped forcefully onto the trunk of a large tree, then leaped straight up towards the canopy... Hidden within the dense foliage above were two figures... jumping towards