The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 245 The Slaughterhouse (The End)
"Found it, it's right there!" Xiao Sun quickly replied. Su Ninglong glanced at the reply and her heart sank; this was a bit troublesome.

In the instant she was distracted, a black shadow that split off from the Filthy Spirit suddenly attacked. The Returning Void Umbrella instantly retracted to block, deflecting most of the impact, but Su Ninglong was still heavily knocked away.

Her arm hung limply, dislocated.

Without changing her expression, Su Ninglong raised her hand and snapped her arm back into place.

This was the first time she had suffered such a serious injury since her body was enhanced.

That attack just now even made her dantian churn.

The Filthy Feast Spirit's weakness is located in the very center of its body.

Unlike the "Throat of Aggregation" which has a clear core, the spot that Xiaosun points to thins slightly each time it releases a shadow, vaguely revealing a network that looks like interwoven nerve fibers.

It throbbed rhythmically in the center, like a beating heart.

The body of the Filthy Spirit was as large as a mountain, and it was difficult to pinpoint its weaknesses with the naked eye. Su Ninglong dared not easily release her divine sense to investigate, as the surrounding area was filled with mysterious spirits, and who knew if there were any that specifically devoured divine sense.

That crucial "weak point" is located precisely in the gap between the Mystic Realm and the subspace.

To attack that place, we must get close to the edge of the Mystic Realm.

Su Ninglong wasn't confident enough to escape unscathed from an area with such a high density of Mystic Spirits.

The slaughterhouse was far too small for the Filthy Feast Spirit to completely pull it out; that was clearly unrealistic.

Su Ninglong sighed softly.

I didn't want to use this thing, but given the current situation, I have no choice.

The sacred artifacts created by the ancients are extremely effective against mystical spirits.

She had to admit that her understanding of the Mystic Spirits was far from sufficient.

She took out an ancient mirror from inside her clothes, "The Mirror of True Self".

After restoration, it can now perform about 90% of its intended function.

The remaining ten percent could not be fully restored, perhaps because her refining method was different from the ancient method, or perhaps because she did not have a deep understanding of the characters on the sacred artifact.

But it's enough for her; she never intended to have a complete True Self Mirror.

Originally, it only had the ability to foresee danger and see through the truth; after the repair, it gained several additional uses, one of which was to form an invisible barrier within three zhang around the wearer. When a low-level secret spirit touched it, it would be devoured by the illusory head of the Mirror Edge Beast.

Su Ninglong hung the mirror around her neck. A small beast's phantom quietly appeared on the edge of the mirror, baring its teeth at Xiao Sun, seemingly quite repulsed.

Xiao Sun glanced sideways at the silly little beast and thought: It really is a beast spirit, its intelligence is questionable.

Xiao Sun and Su Ninglong are connected by heart and Xiao Sun can clearly feel Su Ninglong's resistance to using the True Self Mirror. Every time Su Ninglong uses this ancient mirror, she has to pay the price of her life essence in order to get rid of the backlash that follows.

Since the master favored her more, Xiaosun generously decided not to argue with the mirror spirit.

When it was being repaired, Su Ninglong wanted to remove this troublesome side effect, but found that it was the core of all the functions of the True Self Mirror.

It not only consumes a large amount of spiritual energy, but also requires additional "supplements" to maintain itself.

Time is of the essence; dragging this out will benefit no one.

Su Ninglong opened the barrier and rushed straight towards Huiyanling.

Wherever the barrier passed, those weak spirits that couldn't even maintain a fixed form were devoured, leaving only a mournful wail before turning to ashes.

The Taixu Sword rang out in her hand, clearing a path for her. In the blink of an eye, she had approached the area where the Filthy Spirit appeared to be weak.

"I hope this really is a weakness..." Su Ninglong murmured to herself.

Otherwise, she couldn't guarantee that she could activate the True Self Mirror again.

Forced to break through the protective barrier, dozens of dark figures attacked from different directions like lightning. The leaves of the Guixu Umbrella spun rapidly, barely managing to block this fierce attack.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Ninglong approached again, finally hovering before the "net" that resembled interwoven nerve fibers. The Taixu Sword emitted an excited low hum, and she continuously poured spiritual power into its blade, some of which flowed into the True Self Mirror in her chest, while the rest was poured into Taixu.

Success or failure hinged on this moment. Su Ninglong's previously restrained aura suddenly surged, and the Filthy Spirit finally sensed something was wrong, but its massive body was firmly pinned to the spot, making it difficult to move flexibly. Although it could draw upon the power of the Secret Spirit Domain, the continuous creation of shadowy figures was also exhausting it.

At this moment, the Filthy Spirit was like an incompetent king on a throne, only able to defend itself by constantly piling up shadows.

The Taixu Sword, carrying a chilling light, pierced fiercely into that pulsating "weak point".

Xiao Sun's usually stern face finally broke into a smile. Great, this was indeed her weakness!

The little bamboo shoot unceremoniously opened its mouth and devoured the core power of the Filthy Feast Spirit.

Black energy surged on its plump white face, but this had no effect on it. As a sword spirit, it had no distinction between good and evil, nor did it have any positive or negative emotions.

The only thought is to become stronger. Only through constant slashing, fighting, and devouring can one become the strongest magic weapon.

With just that one bite, a strange, gusty wind suddenly swept through the surroundings.

Su Ninglong's sweat-soaked hair instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals, and an extremely cold and ominous aura suddenly intensified, ignoring the True Self Mirror's barrier and directly enveloping her.

A flood of unfamiliar fragments suddenly appeared before my eyes, like some kind of retrospective playback, similar to the scene before the Shadow Reptile died.

She watched as the factory manager gradually transformed from a cold-faced administrator into a gentle and kind one, before veering towards extremism and radicalization. After these scenes finished playing, another memory surfaced:
Before the factory manager was branded with the Mystic Spirit Mark, he had seen someone. The black-clad man with abnormally swollen knuckles was now sitting opposite the factory manager. Although still dressed in black, Su Ninglong could clearly see the other man's face this time.

A middle-aged woman. She recognized the face; it even seemed somewhat familiar—Wu Mo's ex-wife.

Su Ninglong's pupils contracted.

Wu Mo's ex-wife is the current vice principal of Xingyao Alliance. She definitely doesn't have the swollen knuckles characteristic. Some details don't match up, but she's certain that she hasn't mistaken her for someone else's face.

What on earth is going on? A massive amount of memories were forcibly poured into his mind; if he were an ordinary spiritual practitioner, he would probably have already fainted and was on the verge of death by now.

However, this time, Huiyanling met its match. Cultivators are well-versed in soul-searching techniques, so this level of memory infusion is nothing to them.

Su Ninglong wanted to examine more details, but the Filthy Spirit was rapidly weakening; the little bamboo shoots were eating too quickly. Since its birth, it had been in a state of "hunger," and now that it could finally unleash its power to devour, it showed no mercy.

As the source of power was cut off, the massive body of the Filthy Feast Spirit began to collapse.

At the same time, the channel it was maintaining could no longer hold and collapsed along with it.

After gradually becoming familiar with the attack patterns of the Mystic Spirits, the Star Alliance and the Star Radiance Alliance launched a full-scale counterattack, forcing the ever-emerging Mystic Spirits back into the Mystic Spirit Domain step by step.

Su Ninglong turned her head and noticed that the Star Glory Alliance's battle line was advancing forcefully. She twitched her fingers slightly, and all the shadow threads she had already laid out shot out. The Filthy Banquet Spirit was not truly dead; if left unattended, it would likely retreat back into the depths of the Secret Spirit Domain.

Shadow threads, like a spiderweb, entangled the disintegrating body of the Filthy Banquet Spirit, forcibly anchoring it within the subspace for the bamboo shoot to continue devouring. Su Ninglong hovered in mid-air, her fingertips lightly flicking, as if playing an invisible instrument.

The Star Alliance hunters had just broken free of the Mystic Spirits' encirclement when they saw Su Ninglong smiling calmly as she manipulated a twisted black shadow. Clinging to the shadow was a small, red and white figure—Xiao Sun.

Turning our gaze back to Su Ninglong, the weak spirit had already turned into fragments, becoming a continuous source of spiritual nourishment for her.

The whole scene was eerily strange, and the Star Alliance members couldn't tell whether Su Ninglong was putting on a brave face or if she really still had energy left.

In fact, Su Ninglong still had some energy left, but only if she didn't have to sacrifice her life essence.

Once she removes the Mirror of True Self, the backlash will come. She cannot remove it now, nor can she maintain it for long.

If the Star Alliance chooses to give up the attack at this time, that would be best; but if they still want to fight for victory, she will never admit defeat.

"Teacher, that...that's the Filthy Feast Spirit, isn't it?" a hunter shouted, pointing at the huge black mass being gnawed on by the bamboo shoots.

At this moment, the Filthy Spirit had been bound into a huge black "rice ball" by Su Ninglong using shadow silk. It was pitch black and deep, quite similar to the Factory Manager's non-reflective superpower, and was so low-key that it was almost oppressive.

Unexpectedly, he was still recognized by the Star Alliance. That hunter possessed a special ability: he could distinguish the strength of secret spirits through subtle energy sensing. In the chaos of the collapsing secret spirit domain, the strongest aura belonged to that dark, murky object.

Su Ninglong glanced at them indifferently, her voice calm yet carrying a clear warning:
Are you going to rob me?

Although the "black rice ball" was bound, it was still extremely difficult to contain. Moreover, Su Ninglong had no intention of containing it at all. If she could simply kill it and use it to strengthen Xiao Sun's strength, why bother with all this trouble?
The girl stood in mid-air, her calm and composed demeanor, as if she were in complete control of the situation, made it difficult to discern her true state.

If they don't act now, and Tong Zi and the others finish off the remaining Mystic Spirits and are free to act, the advantage will completely shift to the Star Alliance.

The bamboo shoots devoured the food extremely quickly, and the black rice ball transformed from the filthy feast spirit was about to be completely destroyed.

"Team Leader Qian, aren't you going to make a move? If you do, it won't be considered a sneak attack," a teammate urged in a low voice.

How could Qian Rujin not know? He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become resolute: "Attack! Target: Seize the Filthy Feast Spirit!"

Su Ninglong sighed softly.

It's not surprising that they were there; each served their own master, like members of different sects, so it was inevitable that they would compete against each other.

At this moment, she was full of spiritual power and was not afraid of being attacked by a group.

"The Fiery Realm Hell".

As soon as she finished speaking, a fiery domain instantly formed within a hundred-meter radius centered on her.

The entire slaughterhouse seemed to be ablaze, flames leaping and swirling. The remaining spirits, unable to withstand the sudden surge in temperature, screamed and retreated back into the spirit realm. Some, unable to escape in time, were instantly reduced to wisps of smoke in the flames.

The members of the Star Alliance: "..."

They were positioned right inside the flames, and although they were temporarily unharmed, they couldn't possibly step out of the fire circle.

This is practically cheating! Many people had this thought at the same time.

A fire-type ability user scoffed at the surrounding flames: "Child's play!" Maintaining such a large area of ​​fire, does she really think she's a five-star hunter? Let's see how long you can last!

Several supernatural powers immediately attacked Su Ninglong in mid-air. At this moment, the little bamboo shoot, who was eating to her heart's content, dutifully multitasked with the Guixu Umbrella, which suddenly unfolded and effortlessly blocked all the attacks without even causing a ripple in the umbrella leaves.

The Mystic Realm is still collapsing at an accelerated rate, and very few black "rice balls" remain.

The members of the Star Alliance could no longer care about anything else, unleashing all sorts of superpowers. Su Ninglong's eyes turned cold, and she showed no mercy.

……

Qi Shen stood up leisurely and said to Yun Fei, "The evil spirit has disappeared, the blockade has been lifted, and you can go and meet them."

Yun Fei immediately leaped up and sent a notification in the communication group. When he rushed back to the camp and saw the horrific scene of the slaughterhouse, his heart sank. The entire building seemed to have been torn in two by an invisible giant hand. The once white walls were scorched by flames and covered with a layer of dim, dark gray. The traces of smoke spread from bottom to top, like ghostly shadows, fading as they went up, and finally dissolving into the upper part that was not yet completely blackened.

Yun Fei led the other hunters cautiously closer, first using instruments to check the energy levels within the contaminated area. Only after confirming that the energy had significantly decreased did they work together to push open the rusty iron door.

A closer look reveals an even more horrific scene inside the slaughterhouse.

Dust drifted slowly down in the sunlight filtering through the cracks, and the once-thick floor slabs collapsed layer by layer, forming a bizarre and dangerous suspended structure, as if it could collapse completely at any moment. Rusty red sewage seeped from the broken water pipes, and an aura of death that had lingered for years emanated from the depths.

Yun Fei silently took out a mask and put it on. The other hunters cast glances at him, their faces clearly saying, "You're just being dramatic." Masks aren't a common item for every hunter. Just because the logistics department has reserves doesn't mean that individuals will carry them with them at all times.

Yun Fei showed no remorse whatsoever. After being a hunter for so many years, who didn't know what the contaminated zone smelled like? They weren't prepared, so he couldn't be blamed for taking precautions beforehand.

The Star Alliance members entered one after another, followed closely by the Star Radiance Alliance members. Yuan Dusen was filled with anticipation, firmly believing that victory belonged to them, and only hoped that the losses would not be too heavy.

The glass door wasn't broken, but the surrounding plastic frame was already rotten and would crumble to dust at the slightest touch. The Star Alliance members carefully moved the glass door aside and stepped inside, still startled by the crumbling walls.

Despite being mentally prepared, the building's structural strength far exceeded expectations; the entire wall was torn apart, yet no further large cracks appeared.

"I never imagined that this subspace would have such a profound impact on reality," one hunter murmured.

The other hunters nodded, their expressions grave. One of them said in a hoarse voice, "This situation is indeed rare... When subspace collapses, the real world is usually unharmed. But this time, even the structure of the slaughterhouse has been distorted. Tong Zi and the others are probably in big trouble."