Chapter 441 Inala Targets Virala

Chapter 441 Inala Targets Virala

?441 Inala Targets Virala

The team of Empyrean Zingers had been at it for more than a day already. But it wasn't easy to inherit the Dance of Annihilation, even with the Mind Slip Prime Skill. They had to take it in small batches, consuming a lot of time per each.

By now, two more Dance of Annihilation had been obtained. The third was being absorbed while it seemed there was one more left. Though, the moment the severed tusk begins to generate the fourth Dance of Annihilation, its structural integrity will collapse.

"Fuckers! Don't screw with me! That's MINE!" Upon seeing their actions, Virala no longer intended to hide himself. He could feel a presence within the severed tusk calling for him, influencing him to reach it at an extent stronger than the influence that Gannala could exert upon him.

That was an instant representation of the extent of power contained in it and the level of development it would generate in him.

Stage 4—Empyrean!

Kaboom!

Virala assumed his Empyrean Tusk form and landed with a roar, unleashing an earthquake that rattled Karuta Hill. He inhaled with force and pulled the Empyrean Zingers towards him, taking action with such speed that the Empyrean Zingers were unable to react.

They committed suicide promptly, unwilling to be interrogated by Virala, for now they were aware of his abilities. Instantly, they shrunk to the size of grains, but strangely, streams of information flowed out of them.

Condensing in the air were four streams of Prana—each containing the essence of a Dance of Annihilation—that took on an Empyrean Tusk's shape. An instant later, they flooded Virala's being. But unlike in the case of the others where they entered the mind, the four streams of Empyrean Tusk-shaped Prana entered his Spirit Container and took root there, not in the slightest giving him any pain. Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

The creator of the Dance of Annihilation was the Mammoth Ancestor. And Virala not just inherited her power, but also elevated it to the Mystic Grade. Hence, they were naturally drawn towards him.

While this was happening, the other golden flashes approached Virala and struck him, breaking him out of the staring contest, 'What the...? What hit me?'

His body tilted from the impact as Virala observed two chakrams had lodged into the side of his head. They had buried themselves halfway into his exoskeleton. As he observed them, they whirred into motion and drilled into his body, steadily inching deeper, causing unbelievable pain to him, "Argh!"

While that happened, his eyes shot to the peak of Karuta Hill, stunned upon failing to see the man anymore, "Where is he?"

An Empyrean Tusk appeared in their Empire and destroyed Karuta Hill. Its appearance alone caused a thunderclap that everyone in the nearby cities heard clearly. And obviously, the Brimgan Royals there took action promptly.

One royal remained behind and used his Spirit Weapon as a transport to launch the rest of the Royals into the air. Quickly accelerating towards Karuta Hill on the Spirit Weapon, the Royals unleashed their respective Spirit Weapons, taking advantage of their extensive range to target Virala.

Before they could even appear anywhere close to Karuta Hill, their attacks struck Virala. As an Empyrean Tusk reaching a height of 1.6 kilometres, Virala was a massive target that was impossible to be glossed over.

He was a moving hill that could be targeted from afar without missing aim. After all, even if their aim was way off, it would still strike somewhere on his body.

Taking the lead among the attackers was the Fentan City Lord, possessing cultivation at the 8-Life Stage and boasting an insane Spirit Weapon range of 9.6 kilometres. His Spirit Weapon resembled a triangle that stabbed into Virala and gouged out his eye, acting as a shovel to scoop out body parts from his body.

Minor Treasure—Tangible Psychokinesis!

Swinging across the cliff while treating a string of Prana as his leg, the man from before circled towards Virala's back, following which he condensed four Prana Bombs and moulded them into Prana Hands. With a smirk, he slapped them on Virala's Empyrean Tusk legs.

Mystic Bone Art—Prana Blood!

'Good! I'll cripple your foundation using this chance.' Inala smirked as he absorbed 60 Prana every second from Virala, rapidly causing a strain in his Prana replenishment. His string of Prana caused him to hop like a leech over the place and ensured he always remained out of Virala's line of sight and continued to steal the latter's Prana. 'Since you dared reveal yourself out in the open like this, forget making it out alive in one piece.'

"At a bare minimum, you'll suffer a breathtaking loss."