Chapter 112: Chapter 111, Emptiness
In the wind farm, Gu Hang and his group were still there.
After issuing nurous orders, Gu Hang focused all his attention on the problem at hand.
Abandoning Revival City and giving up the hard-won accomplishnts of so long was a last resort.
Although he had made this decision and instructed his subordinates to start executing it, he was still striving to save the city until the last mont.
He wasn’t just standing there like a fool, all determination and no thod.
In fact, with Spiritual Vision working at full strength, Gu Hang was gathering every bit of Spiritual Energy flow information he could and analyzing it in his mind.
Gradually, Gu Hang observed sothing.
He had an idea.
After two rounds of mortars blasted the reassembling body of the Primal Fury Owl into pieces again, Gu Hang issued an order.
“Speed up the pace, bomb it at the first sign of reshaping.”
In the midst of the storm, it was difficult to relay orders, but this obstacle was nothing to Gu Hang. His voice, powered by Spiritual Energy, rang clear and accurate in the ears of every mortar team soldier.
The warriors in the rain carried out Mr. Gu’s command.
The reason this wasn’t done before was due to the consideration of the ammunition stock. No one knew how long this would have to continue, and every fired mortar round was one less in the supply. After all, the monster needed ti to reconstitute its body. It would have almost the sa effect to bomb it again once it had regenerated to a certain extent, preventing it from fully reforming while significantly conserving ammunition.
But now that Mr. Gu had given an order, they would follow it.
anwhile, Gu Hang observed the flow of Spiritual Energy during the first reconstitution, after the Primal Fury Owl’s incarnation was thoroughly shattered by the bombings, more frequently and more tis than before.
Finally, during this process, he solidified an idea.
“Stop,” he commanded again.
The soldiers obeyed and halted.
Gu Hang walked forward, his eyes shining as he carefully observed and stood at a spot based on the information he had analyzed previously.
This was a crater.
After being bombarded back and forth multiple tis by heavy artillery and mortars, the area where the avatar of the Primal Fury Owl could resurrect wasn’t very large, so finding a good spot was sowhat challenging.
Gu Hang waved his hand, and Spiritual Energy gently seeped forward. Under his will, the released Spiritual Energy bore a hint of blue, tinting a small area ahead in color.
A mont later, when Gu Hang stopped pouring in energy, his blue Spiritual Energy was quickly washed away by the wind and rain, except for an oval-shaped Spiritual Energy core, about twenty centiters in diater, floating in mid-air.
As he said this, he reached out again. His Spiritual Energy, controlled through Telekinesis, tried to influence this insubstantial, oval-shaped sphere that could only be marked by staining it with Spiritual Energy, but it remained completely still.
“Telekinesis is ineffective, which probably verifies my theory,” he concluded.
Then, he attempted to influence it by ans of ntal manipulation and soul cutting.
“ntal manipulation is ineffective; it must not be a life form, or it has no cognitive abilities. Soul cutting has so effect, but it’s not significant. I can’t sever the ritual core’s residual influence on its surroundings after completion. This thing is less of a sphere and more of a hole opened in the real world.”
As Georgette listened, she moved forward.
Seeing the Battle Nun reach out her hand, as if to touch it, Gu Hang considered speaking up to stop her.
But then, noting the golden glow on her hand, he swallowed his words of caution.
A Battle Nun blessed by The Emperor might possess so special ans. Although the lady was rather rash in her actions, her vast experience ant that if she dared to touch it, it was unlikely to be in vain.
Then Gu Hang watched as she made contact with the dyed void.
The mont after she touched it, as if having endured a trendous force, she was repelled. She stumbled several steps backward before regaining her balance.
She reached up to remove her helt, during which Gu Hang observed her hands shaking violently.
Once the helt was off, everyone saw blood gushing from her nose. Her white short hair quickly got drenched by the rain, mixing with the blood, which sared all over, making her look very bedraggled.
I thought you wouldn’t do it for nothing, but you actually did?
Fortunately, it wasn’t anything serious.
She wiped her face with her hand, realized it was futile, and then turned to the others and said, “I think I’ve found a solution.”
“What is it?” Gu Hang asked imdiately.
“Challenge it, then defeat it,” Georgette gave an answer that was a bit perplexing but swiftly explained, “As Mr. Gu said, this is a void that connects to a mad and powerful entity. That must be the Primal Fury Owl worshipped by the Cultists. Regardless of its origins, it has likely beco a fearso Spiritual Energy creature by now. I just faced it directly, and it’s beyond my capability.”
Georgette candidly admitted her lack of strength.
Even just a fleeting glimpse at a spiritual level had subjected her to a massive impact, causing severe ntal strain.
Of course, if they had t in the real world, it wouldn’t have been quite as dire. Engaging in unprotected Spiritual Vision is inherently high risk.
But she was already quite admirable. Even for a Battle Nun, directly confronting a deified and potentially insane Spiritual Energy creature in the ntal realm and only suffering a nosebleed was quite remarkable; she ca out relatively unscathed.
Although she was reckless, she clearly had the wherewithal to be so.
Georgette continued with the valuable information she’d just obtained:
“Its power, through this void, is projected into the real world. We need to defeat it to close the portal, to prevent the resurrection of the Fury Owl incarnation, and to stop this storm.”
“And we may need to do this eight tis. Every wind farm, besides this one, needs to be shut down.”
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