?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.
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.
This was why, even when the Empyrean Zingers that had gained them committed suicide, the essence of the Dance of Annihilation left their bodies, acting with a will of their own to enter Virala.
With the last of the Dance of Annihilation in it leaving, the severed tusk crumbled into powder, becoming a material with no use, for everything of worth in it had been extracted. It couldn't even be used by a Mammoth Clansman to build a body.
But with his hoarding mentality, Virala didn't leave even it behind. With a suction of his trunk, he condensed it midway in his trunk and poured it into his mouth, swallowing it to be stored in his stomach biome.
"Ha…hahaha! I'm the Main Character!" Virala laughed raucously as his Empyrean Tusk form raised its legs and slammed into the ground with force. But suddenly, he was stunned to see that standing along the edge of the balcony in a restaurant at the top of Karuta Hill, one peering into the valley was a man, the sole individual who didn't react to the devastation subjected to Karuta Hill.
Everyone on the hill fled for their lives, with many losing their lives in the process from the sheer impact as the quakes rattled everything, causing massive craters to form as the large pieces of earth moved closer and farther to each other in waves.
Every further movement caused many people to fall into the crack, and when the earths moved close, they were crushed. Geysers of blood splashed out of the cracks and dyed the hill red.
But despite the chaos happening around him, with the ground under him rumbling with enough force that not a single human was able to stand, this man was the sole exception, maintaining perfect balance.
He calmly raised a cup of tea and sipped it, staring into the face of the massive Empyrean Tusk eye that had leaned forward to glare at him.
'Who the fuck is this guy?' Virala felt perplexed for some reason. Honestly, in his Empyrean Tusk form, he felt invincible. His current body was that of a matured Empyrean Tusk. He had as much strength as an Empyrean Tusk and beyond, once he was to equip his Nature Weapons.
And merely assuming his Empyrean Tusk form caused such devastation. So, in the presence of a pinnacle existence such as him, how did this average joe remain unfazed?
The man calmly stared at the Empyrean Tusk while Virala glared at the latter. Both remained unmoving. Virala observed the latter as he felt irritated that such an individual dared to behave as such before him.
He huffed once, unleashing a gale that uprooted all the buildings on the peak of Karuta Hill and sent large pieces of earth flying into the regions beyond.
But as the pieces fell towards Fentan City which was close by, multiple golden flashes flickered in the sky, following which, the large pieces of earth were shredded into dust. The dust formed into a cloud as two chakrams appeared behind them, spinning rapidly to generate a gust of wind that sent the dust cloud into the Northern Lakes.
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."