Liu Xing aimed his gun at the moss. As if on cue, the creature crouched, like a runner poised for the hundred-meter sprint, and bolted. It moved so quickly it appeared a blur for a split second, then materialized directly in front of Liu Xing, its green fist aimed at his neck, attempting to crush his throat. Liu Xing rolled to the side. The green fist missed, and the air exploded as if the blow had struck a solid wall.

Aiming his gun at the moss, Liu Xing activated Exploding Fist, channeling the technique into his gun, and rapidly pulled the trigger. Six brilliant bullets slammed into the moss head. When they detonated, the moss flung toward a gray spire.

Realizing he had a moment, Liu Xing deactivated Lightning Cloak, then reactivated it, pouring in so much qi his qi paths felt as though they would burst. He allowed the qi to be absorbed by the gun, and then reabsorbed it into his body, creating a Lightning Cloak far more potent than before. Suddenly, the pain that had gnawed at him vanished and for a moment, Liu Xing considered that his strengthened Lightning Cloak might have eased the pain, but he quickly understood the true reason. His transformation was complete.

A ferocious smile stretched across Liu Xing's face. He didn't know his limits, but he suspected his qi paths could now contain at least five times the qi they previously held, meaning his techniques were now at least five times more powerful!

The moss head emerged from the cloud of dust, moving slowly, as if assured of its victory. The giant moss head appeared larger than before, now about the size of a barrel, and looked as if it might topple at any moment. Seeing his opponent, Liu Xing kicked off the ground with all his strength. The ground surged, propelling him instantly beside the moss head. Liu Xing rotated his body and kicked the spirit beast's side. His foot connected with the green torso, folding the moss head's body in half and make It fly, dragging its oversized moss head along the ground, carving a wide trail as it went.

Liu Xing kicked the ground again, catching up to the moss head and appearing directly behind it. He kicked it once more, sending it hurtling in the opposite direction. He repeated this maneuver several times, bouncing the moss around like a toy ball. After a few moments, he positioned himself in front of the spirit beast with a firm stance and clenched fist.

As the spirit beast reached him, he punched it in the stomach, folding it in half again. To his surprise, the creature's body snapped in two, like a chopstick breaking. He realized the break occurred at its neck as if it was unable to support the weight of the massive head.

The humanoid moss body shot into the sky like a green reverse meteor, but its moss head ball did not follow. It plummeted to the ground directly in front of Liu Xing, resembling a giant chicken egg in size and shape.

Liu Xing's eyes widened to the size of saucers. He hadn't expected the moss neck to break so cleanly. But before he could fully process the event, the giant moss ball split open, revealing a monstrous maw with hundreds of green tongues erupted from the opening and attempting to strangle him like tentacles.

He jumped backward, aimed his gun, and fired repeatedly. The six bullets struck the giant egg, detonating in a brilliant explosion that scattered green moss everywhere. Much of the moss showered his body and face, and he wiped the green from his eyes.

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He looked up to see the green body falling. It landed nearby with a splattering sound, like a burst of a water balloon. As he looked at the remains of the green head, which was now just a green smudge on the ground, his suspicion began to rise. This moss was strong, and with his superior cultivation, it should have been more resilient.

He glanced at his gun, noting the absence of glowing stripes, and pursed his lips. The moss wasn't dead. It was likely hiding and waiting to attack again. Fortunately for him, as long as his last attack involved his gun, Liu Xing could verify if his enemy was truly defeated. Still, a question lingered. Where was the moss?

As he was searching for his enemy, a sharp, piercing pain shot through his back, as if hundreds of needles were stabbing him at the same time. Liu Xing turned his head to look at his back. When he realized that green moss covered his entire back, his eyes widened. Soon, he realized that the moss seemed to be trying to burrow into his skin, like an octopus squeezing into a narrow crevice. The thought of the moss invading his body and trying to possess him sent a shiver of horror through him.

His first instinct was to use Lightning Blade to scrape the moss off his back. He extended the blade, but before he could make contact, the moss bit into his back with renewed intensity, and the pain surged. Before, it had felt like rapid pricks from normal needles, but now, each needle felt like it injected fire, poison, and acid into his back, spreading through his whole body. His head began to spin, and a large bead of sweat formed on his forehead, as if he had suddenly developed a fever. Then, an overwhelming sense of loss washed over him.

He felt as though he was witnessing the end of the world, as if everyone he loved and cared for had vanished, leaving him in an infinite void. He felt an overwhelming urge to weep, and his body grew sluggish.

Despite this strange, invasive feeling gripping his heart, his logic persisted. While he couldn't shake the loneliness, sadness, and grief that had suddenly engulfed him, he realized this was likely an attack from the moss. It was a parasite, and as it attempted to enter his body, it was also flooding his emotions, distracting him and hindering him to fight back. It reminded him of the spirit beast in Dragon Skull Forest, which had tried to make him see it as its mother. But there was a key difference. That spirit beast had used mental attacks, while this moss was not. It had injected a substance into his body, and if he could eliminate that substance, he might be able to think clearly again.

Liu Xing fought to suppress the distracting emotions and began to cycle qi around his body, when he abruptly stopped. Before doing that, he needed to remove the moss from his back. Otherwise, it would continue to inject more of that debilitating substance.

The moss wriggled on his back, a disgusting sensation like a thousand maggots crawling over him. Liu Xing gritted his teeth, determined to overcome the unfamiliar feelings that had taken hold. He formed a lightning blade and began to scrape at the moss on his back, like removing a stubborn barnacle infestation from a turtle shell. The moss hardened, making the blade feel like it was scraping against rock. He could feel the needles the moss had used to pierce his skin now forming hooks in his muscles, threatening to tear his entire back apart if he tried to pull them out.

As he desperately tried to dislodge the moss, Liu Xing wondered how it had pierced his back in the first place. Wasn't his skin and muscle as strong as diamond? Then he remembered the seemingly weak moss possessed a higher cultivation realm than him. Before he could pursue that thought further, the moss injected another dose of something hot and acidic into his body, and his back began to sizzle.

Suddenly, despair consumed Liu Xing's heart, as if the world had become utterly desolate, as if nothing in it held any value, and he only desired to sleep and never wake again.

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