Zhao Ruikong’s power surpassed Zheng Zha’s imagination; he could essentially guess how she attacked. Although it seemed she couldn't completely control him, manipulating even a fraction of his body's genes was horrifyingly lethal. For instance, she could manipulate his retina during combat, making him see everything before him, or when he threw a punch, she could control his arm, turning his intended target onto himself. Even controlling a small part was enough; once manipulated, it was a certain death trap, especially if the target kept shifting.

There was also one way to avoid her manipulation: reaching the fourth stage intermediate level after overcoming the inner demon, fully unleashing one's genetic potential. This was akin to Zheng Zha when he used Qian Long Bian (Submerged Dragon Transformation), where his body and spirit achieved an impervious state, the only condition under which he could resist external control. However, here and now, he couldn't exert even one hundred percent of his strength, nor could he enter that extreme state like Qian Long Bian. Thus, facing Zhao Ruikong’s terrifying might, he was truly helpless.

(Damn it, if I can’t fight her, can’t I at least run? Dodge!)

Zheng Zha saw Zhao Yingkong gradually closing in, and the distant Zhao Ruikong still possessed an aura of profound strength. For a moment, he genuinely had no solution. Moreover, this place was fundamentally a dream world, constructed entirely from Zhao Yingkong’s memories. Therefore, this fight was ultimately unnecessary for him. He had acted rashly earlier, but now that things had unfolded this way, he had no desire to engage in a battle he had no confidence in winning. He instantly canceled the simulation of Zhao Yingkong and vanished from everyone’s sight.

A living person disappearing so abruptly—none of those present were ordinary people. At the very least, they were youths with excellent physical conditioning, their dynamic vision at least twice that of a normal person, yet they saw absolutely nothing of how Zheng Zha vanished. From the sky? From the ground? From front, back, left, or right? This was utterly impossible. Forget the others; even Zhao Ruikong noticed nothing amiss. Her eyes, in truth, could see nothing at all. She perceived everything in the world through mental power, yet even so, across the entire island, the surrounding sea, and the seabed, she could not locate Zheng Zha.

“Hehe, never mind, just assume he’s dead. Now, how should I treat you all? My companions and family?”

Zhao Ruikong wasn't annoyed. She let out a soft laugh and looked at the group before her. With another snap of her fingers, a girl nearby began to tremble uncontrollably. Seconds later, a thick layer of white smoke billowed from her skin. Before anyone could get a clear look, she burst into intense flames, burning across her entire body. In the briefest moment, the girl, who had been quite pretty—though perhaps not as stunning as Zhao Ruikong or Zhao Yingkong, still possessing a lovely, cute look—was incinerated into black ash, leaving behind nothing but bone fragments except for her feet. Such a method of attack was terrifyingly absolute. Crucially, no one knew how she managed to ignite the girl. Fear filled everyone’s hearts, even those descended from assassins.

“It’s so beautiful, Brother Zhuikong. Sister Yingkong, and everyone, didn’t you see this burning beauty? The scream of soul incineration, the howl of wilting spirit—it’s so beautiful! Didn't anyone else see it?” Zhao Ruikong spoke excitedly to those around her. As she spoke, she excitedly caressed her own nether regions, and a flush of ecstatic color, like the aftermath of pleasure, spread across her face. With a sound like an erotic cry, the little girl resumed giggling softly.

Zhao Ruikong looked at the group: “Ripe fruit, already mature. From my eyes, your souls, your