His Lightning blade clashed against hundreds of nails as Liu Xing pulled the trigger of his gun. Each bullet either paralyzed his enemies or exploded on impact. Though he used the gun sparingly compared to his lightning blade, each shot created openings, allowing him to strike more effectively and steadily wear down the abominations one by one.

Hundreds of Wu clan abominations surrounded him, many now bearing deep gashes across their chests, arms, and legs. Though he had not killed any yet, his efforts were significant. After all, he did not fight this battle alone.

From above, dozens of fireballs rained down on the abominations around him. Each explosion carved holes in the ground and disrupted the creatures' balance, creating precious opportunities for Liu Xing to strike with his lightning blade.

Liu Xing shouted as he fought. Though his eyes saw only blurs, his mind remained razor-sharp, perceiving everything. He channeled more qi into his lightning blade, extending it several meters.

Working in concert with the Yang clan's attacks, he carved deeper and deeper wounds into the surrounding abominations. One creature's right arm hung uselessly, another's head dangled precariously, and several more bled profusely from long gashes. It was only a matter of time before one of them fell. Liu Xing moved through the enemy ranks with blinding speed, a blur deflecting nails and wind blades. He needed to kill just one Core Splitting realm spirit beast with his gun to turn the tide of battle.

As he deflected several nails and landed an exploding bullet in an abomination's face, pulses rippled through the wind. Beyond his immediate fight, the Hei clan abominations retracted their wall of black vines, and the forces behind them began their charge toward the towers.

Their advance was not mindless. The army split into three groups, forming what looked like a trident from above. The central force, abominations with elephant noses and spears in their right hands, charged directly at Liu Xing's position. The Hei clan led the left flank, while the civilian abominations, led by Wu clan forces not engaged with him, moved to the right.

As the formation advanced, the flanking groups spread wider, resembling three separate arrows rather than a trident. One aimed straight ahead, while two angled toward the sides of the towers.

Liu Xing realized their strategy. It seems they would use the shorter towers as stepping stones to reach the Yang Clan's position, forcing the defenders to split into three groups. The enemy's sheer numbers would eventually overwhelm them.

Anxiety spread from his belly through his body. Part of him screamed to retreat, but his tactical mind—the part that believed victory was still possible—insisted he kill just one abomination. If he could manage that before the approaching enemy split the Yang clan's forces, their chances would improve dramatically.

"I have to hurry," he muttered.

Wondering why these abominations were so durable, Liu Xing kicked off the ground and rushed towards the one with the dangling head.

He aimed his gun and fired. A blue bolt tore through the air; the creature could not dodge its speed. The bullet struck its face, the explosion throwing it backward. He glanced at his gun, hoping for the tell-tale six green glowing strips, but saw none.

Pursing his lips, he kicked off again, determined to finish his target. A dozen abominations converged on him from both sides, swinging their nail-blades.

"You're in my way!"

Liu Xing created six bullets, sending three to each gauntlet, and threw his gun skyward to free his hands. He needed two lightning blades to deal with them, but using Lightning Palm techniques twice would be too slow. So, he used his Thunderstrike Gauntlets to form two lightning balls in his palms, each the size of a chicken egg, then unleashed two palm strikes that erupted into twin pillars of lightning. He shouted, swinging both arms outward, wielding the pillars like his lightning blades.

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The lightning pillars forced back the intercepting abominations, creating a narrow tunnel straight to his target, which had landed on its back. Liu Xing channeled stable qi to his feet and kicked off with maximum force, launching himself forward.

As the twin pillars receded, he dismissed his airborne gun, resummoned it to his hand, and aimed.

The mouse-nosed creature with the dangling neck began to rise. Liu Xing extended his lightning blade, transforming it from a meter-long weapon into a piercing shaft that impaled the abomination's chest, pinning it to the ground. Though not fatal, the strike immobilized it.

Struck by inspiration, Liu Xing transformed the tip of his lightning blade, protruding from the creature's back, into a square shape. He pulled the transformed blade like a grappling hook, and the captured abomination hurtled towards him, limbs flailing helplessly.

A wild smile spread across his face. This was it—his moment to secure victory!

As the distance closed, Liu Xing aimed his gun, infused his bullets with Exploding Fist, and fired rapidly. All six shots struck the abomination's head in quick succession. The blasts tore off chunks of flesh and scattered its mouse-like noses. When the smoke cleared, the creature's face was a charred ruin, yet it clung stubbornly to life.

Finally, as the lightning blade's pull brought them face-to-face, barely a meter apart, Liu Xing let instinct take over. The trapped abomination desperately swung its nails, but it was too late. Liu Xing's left hand, still gripping his gun, struck like a cobra. He drove the gun's solid barrel up through the creature's mangled neck like a hammer struck an anvil. A wet crunch echoed as bone shattered. The creature's head, already half-severed from his earlier attacks, ripped free and flew off like a ball.

It felt surreal to decapitate an enemy with his gun, but when he saw six green strips now glowing on it, Liu Xing's fierce smile returned.

"With this, I can win!"

He transformed his lightning blade and swung vertically, splitting the abomination's body, still impaled on the blade, in two. Spinning, he summoned his shield and leaped high into the air.

As he ascended, black hair fluttering, he rapidly assessed the battlefield. Many Wu clan abominations scaled the wall like spiders, their long nails digging into the earthen tower. The two flanking groups climbed the tower-steps from both sides while Yang clan members descended, launching fireball after fireball. Prince Yang Jinyan spat several massive fireballs resembling miniature suns, while the once blood-drenched woman conjured fire birds that sliced through the climbing abominations.

Below, the army, led by spear-wielding abominations, reached the tower's base. With no stairs to climb, they began to pile on top of each other like zombies.

A Yang clan member lay pinned atop one of the smaller towers, black vines from a Wu clan abomination binding him to the ground. A second abomination with long nail-blades charged the helpless cultivator. Though another Yang clan member rushed down to help, he would not arrive in time.

Liu Xing summoned his shield and kicked it with devastating force. The impact created a shockwave so powerful it threw his shield back even as he dismissed it. He shot through the air, and as he closed in, aimed his gun at the back of the Wu clan abomination's head.

Infusing his fearsome bullets with Exploding Fist, he pulled the trigger. A blue bolt erupted from his gun, moving so fast it created its own shockwave. The abomination turned its head and bent its knees to dodge, but it was too late. The bullet struck dead center, its head exploding in a spray of red that painted the Yang clan member's face crimson.

His gun instantly recharged with six bullets. Liu Xing pulled the trigger in rapid succession. The bullets screamed through the sky toward multiple targets. One for an abomination whose face writhed with countless tiny eyes and wriggling blac hair; another for a Wu clan abomination; one more for a spear-wielding abomination; and the remaining three for civilian abominations.

All six bullets struck simultaneously—some finding heads, others bodies. Each impact triggered an explosion that killed its target instantly.

Liu Xing landed atop the tower beside the Yang clan member, still bound by black vines, and slashed through the restraints with his lightning blade.

Without pausing, he kicked off from his position and launched himself at another group of abominations.

The real massacre was about to begin.

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