Chapter 320 Kill the Boar King
Chapter 320 Kill the Boar King
Inala worked in a hurry, extracting as many of Wittral’s Spirit Containers as possible. All these Spirit Containers only contained one Prana, but that was enough. Inala currently had approximately twenty thousand Free Human Spirit Containers.
Through the Prime Skill of Spirit Container Assimilation, they could be converted into twenty thousand of Wittral’s Spirit Containers.
Whether it be extracting the Spirit Containers of Free Humans or Wittral’s, only Inala could do so. It was because the Prana signature of anyone else would cause hindrance to Gannala.
He was her parent and due to the Mystic Path shared between them, not to mention the Empyrean Tusk—Mammoth Clansmen relationship, the Spirit Containers would remain in a state beneficial to her.
That was why he couldn’t make the Empyrean Zingers harvest Free Human Spirit Containers from other islands. Had that been possible, he would have finished his work within a day and could be chilling right now.
[Starve yourself to the limit. And when you’re hungry, consume Wittral’s Spirit Containers!]
Gannala read his thoughts and prepared herself. Without her biomes, she didn’t have a steady stream of energy flowing through her body, generated from the vast sum of resources. As a result, she was already starting to feel hungry.
Gannala grabbed a Life Bomb with Wittral’s Spirit Container, poked a hole in its shell, and downed its contents. She sat at a corner and activated Mystic Bone Art, beginning to digest the Spirit Container that unleashed a subtle effect on her Spirit Container.
And slowly, upon feeling some mild changes, though she was absolutely averse to the thought of, Gannala sighed deeply as she had no other choice; she activated Mystic Mist Art. She lost close to fifty Prana as a result of a single activation, becoming irritated.
But the moment she activated it, there was a stronger reaction from her Spirit Container that consumed and assimilated Wittral’s Spirit Container into it. A few minutes later, she stopped using Mystic Mist Art and downed an Elixir.
She didn’t use Mystic Bone Art to digest it, for activating it would erase the influence brought about by consuming Wittral’s Spirit Container. Instead, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, waiting for her stomach to naturally digest the Elixir and recover her Prana reserves.
Her task was to consume Wittral’s Spirit Containers in the above process while remaining in a starved state for as long as possible, until there was a qualitative change in her body. When that happens, Inala would target Cooter Clansmen in the Spirit Stage to extract their Spirit Containers, the final part of the recipe.
While Inala was working hard, the battle between the Empyrean Snappers and the Boar King got intense. Both sides launched powerful attacks at each other, strong enough to kill the average Gold Grade Pranic Beast many times over.
The Boar King’s figure cunningly roamed across the desert island, ensuring to always remain outside the Empyrean Snapper’s kill zone—its Spirit Weapon radius. He unleashed Prana Shocks from farther away to keep them at bay and force them on the defensive.
Suddenly, a powerful shockwave rippled out of his body, travelling for dozens of kilometres until he felt a potent prickle on a certain location of his skin, ‘He’s gotten to a comfortable spot.’
The Boar King had been waiting all along for the familiar figure to keep moving until he came across a favourable terrain for the Boar King. And now, that had happened.
Between the familiar figure and the Boar King stood close to eleven islands of various shapes. In this line of travel, there was more land than water, enough for the Boar King to throw off his pursuers and reach the familiar figure.
‘Time to charge!’ With a thought, the Boar King took on his Empyrean Boar King form and leaped with force, crossing the encirclement of Empyrean Snappers to slam into the water. Its legs paddled with force to move with a decent speed.
“Don’t let him escape!” Geugeu bellowed and struck the Boar King’s body with multiple lightning bolts. While the latter wasted precious moments evading them, the Empyrean Snappers quickly closed in the gap.
“Persistent!” The Boar King snorted and unleashed a barrage of shockwaves, preventing the Empyrean Snappers from enveloping his figure in their Spirit Weapon range. After a few minutes of cat and mouse chase, the Boar King landed on an island where he kicked up a notch in speed.
His figure flickered and sped forward, accelerating to the limit before slamming into the sea beyond. While he travelled through the sea, the Empyrean Snappers quickly reached him. And when land approached, he was able to put some distance between each other.
“He’s…terrifying.” The old man muttered alongside twenty-seven other Settlement Leaders, only managing to recover now from the shocking situation where all twenty-eight of them had lost a life instantly, unable to do anything.
They were all aware of how powerful the Boar King was but had never expected him to be this domineering. “And this is while he’s in the Body Stage.”
The old man shuddered at the thought, “How the heck did the Mammoth Clan kill him twice?”
“Dammit!” He slammed his fist into the sand, unleashing a ripple through the desert island. He was actually strong. Only before the Boar King did he appear batshit weak. “Eh?”
During his anger outburst, the old man noticed something buried deep in the sand that reacted to his Prana. “There’s something here.”
Deep underground, at a depth of three hundred metres was an Empyrean Zinger Scout holding a vial. The vial was made out of glass and stored water created using the Water Slip Skill. All along, it had been feeling the shockwaves traversing through the sand, keeping watch alertly.
Only after the Boar King left did it begin to make its way upward, coming in proximity to the Cooter Clan Settlement Leaders. Once the old man felt something from its location, as his Prana reacted, the Empyrean Zinger Scout committed suicide to become a speck of grain, having successfully completed its mission.
The old man hurriedly dug through the sand and came across a vial, immediately recognising what it was, “There’s a Water Slip here!”
“Quick, check its contents.” All the Settlement Leaders converged upon the old man who popped open the vial and downed its contents.
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[If you’re seeing this, please leave. Don’t fight the Boar King. The previous message I sent out was only because the Boar King did something to me. I wasn’t in the right state of mind back then. I would rather die than implicate my Clan. So, don’t you guys ever face him. He’s strong beyond our expectations.]
[The moment I get an opportunity, I’ll commit suicide. So, please, please. Don’t fight the Boar King on my behalf. We’ll lose too many Empyrean Snappers!]
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“No…this is absurd…” Tears streamed out of the old man’s eyes as he shook his head like a broken record, “That can’t be possible, not him, not our Wittral…”
“What happened?” A bad feeling enveloped the hearts of the Settlement Leaders as they stared at the despair-ridden face of the old man.
“It’s over,” The old man activated his Water Slip Skill to hover small clusters of water before the faces of each, “We’re done for.”
“There’s no future for the Cooter Clan.”
As the Settlement Leaders consumed the Water Slip, they came to the frightening realisation that to prevent the Cooter Clan from sustaining irrecoverable damage from fighting against the Boar King, Wittral had already…committed suicide.
“That’s bullshit!” The old man roared in rage as Prana billowed out of him. Blood streamed down his eyes as veins popped all over his body. His heart thumped violently as Prana gushed into his bloodstream from his Spirit Container at levels many times the usual, placing immense stress on his being.
“Fucking Boar!” A massive cloud covered him as the old man leaped into the Dralh Sea and skated forth at terrifying speeds, blinded by rage, “I’ll kill you! How dare you harm our Deity?”
“I’ll butcher you!”
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