I'll Surpass The MC

419  Inala Vs Blola (Part 1)

At least a couple million Pranic Beasts went insane in the vicinity of the Brimgan Empire's entrance, creating absolute chaos.

Upon unleashing enough of the Boar King's presence, Inala expended the last of his stored reserve from the Dralh Sea. His figure flickered through the forest, his footsteps lithe, soundless, barely leaving behind any traces.

He made a beeline towards Blola and stopped a kilometre away. Following that, he spewed out Prana Bombs—containing his Empyrean Zingers in miniature forms—like a gatling gun towards the boulder.

'It was going well until now. Shit! Why did the Boar King have to come?' Blola was flustered as he remained unmoving, perched on his spot atop the boulder. His best way to avoid the Boar King was to remain in his Parute Tree King form. Suddenly reverting into a Parute Tree would be dangerous, as too many Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were in his vicinity and would notice his actions.

'Don't mind me! Don't mind me! Don't mind me!' Blola parroted mentally, hoping the Boar King would avoid him. He wanted to succeed and hence took action boldly. But never in a million years would he have expected something like this to happen. 'Didn't Virala say the Boar King was far away and had probably gone to the Gaja Enclave?'

'Did that fucker lie to trap me?' Without Internal Inertial Gravity, Blola had no way to detect the Boar King's movements. Hence, he was helpless in that regard. The only thing he could do at present was to remain a Parute Tree King and try his best to be perceived as such by even the Boar King.

Boom!

A horde of mindless Pranic Beasts rushed into the encampment of Gold Grade Pranic Beasts surrounding the boulder Blola was upon, stunning him, 'What is with this mindless Pranic Beast horde?'

Unable to endure the Boar King's presence, a large horde of Pranic Beasts fled mindlessly. Unable to think properly anymore, they simply crashed into whatever obstacles came their way, haphazardly using their Primary Natures with no rhyme or reason.

On one side was a horde of mindless Pranic Beasts, ranging from Iron Grade to Beginner and Intermediate Silver Grade. On the other side were the Brimgan Empire's raid teams. Rushing from other locations were powerful races led by Gold Grade Pranic Beasts. Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

And finally, sandwiched in the centre was the race that lay claim to the Parute Tree King. As all sides fought a bloody war, Empyrean Zingers suddenly rained from the sky, gliding down as they unleashed a volley of Prana Bombs everywhere.

Boom! Bang! Kaboom!

Prana Bombs—with each weighing close to forty kilograms—rained down like meteors and devastated the region, causing everyone to run helter-skelter. Taking advantage of the lack of retaliation towards them, the Empyrean Zingers assumed miniature forms and linked each other using psychokinesis, forming a dome-shaped network.

"Dumbass, it's me." Inala peeled off his skin, revealing squirming flesh underneath. Prana surged into his face and shed the excess muscles he had grown to appear as Dhakha.

As a new layer of skin regrew, Blola shouted in a fluster, "I should have known when a group of Zingers appeared. It's you, Inala!"

"Even with the information that you can gain from the Transcendent Eater, you're still dumb. Anyway, answer my question." Inala stared at Blola, "Are you at the 2-Life Stage?"

"So what if I am?" Blola argued, "Why have you come here?"

"That's all I need." Inala grinned all of a sudden, displaying a maniacal expression, "That's all I want."

Fwoosh!

He opened his mouth wide as Empyrean Zingers in miniature forms flooded out in large numbers, reaching two thousand. They leaped like ticks and landed on the inner surface of the Prana Bomb Dome, covering up the surface.

By now, Blola understood what was happening, cursing Inala in response, "You want to kill me?"

"Why?"

"I'm merely destroying your current body. I'm not actually killing you." Inala shrugged, "So, don't be mad at me."

Mystic Bone Art—Sumatra Zinger!

Inala created four guns and slung them to his hips. He also slung four Prana Hands on his back, getting ready as more than a hundred Empyrean Zingers in miniature form crawled across his body, covering up him fully except for his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

"What the fuck?" Blola was stunned to see Inala's figure flicker and vanish, taking advantage of the instant when the door closed shut, causing the place to become dark. He hurriedly took root and became a Transcendent Eater, screaming in pain as thousands of Prana Bombs bombarded him.

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