Chapter 198 Inala Vs Rockatrice
Holding a bloody pillow, Inala made a beeline towards a fallen section of Ellora City wall. Empyrean Zingers in their miniature forms covered his body, keeping watch of his surroundings.
"Keuk!" He grunted when a spike slammed into his leg, instantly melting his leg bone, "It's too potent!"
Inala rolled to the side and slid under a large rubble, using it as cover. Within his stomach, an Empyrean Zinger crushed open a Life Bomb and poured it on the stomach walls. Once he activated the Mystic Bone Art, the abundant Lifeforce within the Life Bomb converged upon his leg and gradually generated another leg bone.
Staring at his swollen leg, Inala morphed a piece of bone into a needle and poked a hole into the swelling, watching it spray out murky blood filled with a paste of his molten bone. Actuated through the Lifeforce, his cultivation technique forced out all the impurities.
Immediately after they were expunged, the poked hole on his leg healed. Staring at his pristine leg, Inala flexed his toes a bit and observed that they were working fine. He inhaled softly, wiping his cold sweat produced from the pain.
He was covered by the Prana Bomb armour. But despite that, just a single spike managed to pierce through and melt his leg bone.
The Centinger was the absolute worst match for his abilities. Hence, he couldn't win against it in a head-on battle, 'But that doesn't matter. There are various ways to win a battle. I don't need to fight directly.'
Inala continued to duck, roll around, slide underneath the rubble, and sprint with all his might. By the time he reached the city walls, he was injured four times. Even with the Empyrean Zingers keeping watch, it was impossible to avoid all the spikes that rained down from the skies at speeds beyond his reaction time.
"I'm out," He let out a victory cheer and garnered more strength in his legs to burst forth faster, quickly erecting some distance between him and the city. But right as he crossed a kilometre from the city, Inala suddenly lost his footing and slammed into the ground with force, "Keuk!"
"Damn these fuckers." He grumbled and glared at the Slump Lizards that had surrounded him. They had stacked their Primary Nature on him.
Inhaling a large amount of air, he activated his Secondary Nature to bend space in his lungs, and a few seconds later, exhaled with force. A gust of air was created with enough force to spiral around itself and generate a weak tornado that lasted for less than two seconds. Still, it was enough to raise enough dust and cover the region.
'I can't waste time fighting them.' Thinking as such, Inala leaped with force and spat out the Empyrean Zinger King who reverted to its original size instantly. Landing on its back, he glided forward, soon crossing the dust-filled region.
"There's more of them here." He frowned, feeling a headache upon seeing the ground covered by Slump Lizards. During their descent, both he and the Empyrean Zinger King inhaled long breaths and unleashed a fierce gust of wind, erecting another dust cloud.
At regular intervals, dust clouds formed in the region alongside the Angan River in a sequential order. Two figures travelled through it, reaching the Rooster Tribe's settlement in less than two hours.
Had it not been for interference caused by the Slump Lizards, they would have made the journey in an hour. Arriving at the familiar rocky hill range that acted as the Rooster Tribe settlement's wall, Inala swallowed the Empyrean Zinger King who took on its miniature form.
Stage 1-Jaw!
Inala leaped into the air, covering more than a dozen metres as his claws dug into the stone walls. He made multiple leaps and soon arrived at the peak that existed at an altitude of six hundred metres. From the high vantage point, he stared at the Angan River, "It's completely dried up."
He then faced the opposite direction, observing the lake at the centre of the Rooster Tribe settlement. There was no trace of the Rockatrice, despite the lake being its home.
As there was no sign of life in the region, the Centingers didn't come here. At present, a bunch of Slump Lizards had broken past the entrance and were freely roaming through the settlement, munching on some spilled grains collected by the Rooster Tribe.
The hill range was in the shape of '8'. Standing at the intersection was the tallest hill, within the crater of which was the lake that served as the Rockatrice's home. Walking on the hill range was enough to reach his destination.
Hence, Inala did the same, keeping his activity hidden as much as possible. It was wise to not alert the Rockatrice. Of course, to avoid getting discovered by the Centingers, the Rockatrice would do its best to remain as hidden as possible.
After all, it was a defensive creature, almost unbeatable within the range its myriad hands could reach. But beyond that, it was as helpless as a roadside pebble. A Centinger only had to stay beyond its range and spam artillery strikes.
A powerful Silver Grade Pranic Beast that was helpless against the Centinger's ability but was still very strong. That meant it was a prize pool of comfortable points. No Centinger would be able to resist gobbling such a lucrative opportunity.
Arriving before the lake, Inala inhaled a long breath and opened his mouth wide, causing twenty-eight Empyrean Zingers to fly out. They spread out and encircled the lake, reverting to their original sizes.
Each Empyrean Zinger created four Prana Bombs and shaped them into spears, ready to strike. Two Empyrean Zingers present in his stomach shattered a bunch of Prana Bombs and caused their fluids to be digested, allowing a steady stream of Prana to fill him.
"Let's go," Inala condensed a Prana Bomb in each of his hands and dropped them after raising their density to the limit. The Prana Bombs rolled over the slope and fell into the lake water, sinking immediately after due to their high densities.
Upon observing their rate of sinking, Inala condensed multiple Prana Bombs and threw them all over the lake, watching them quickly reach the depths. Upon sensing that they were still within his Spirit Weapon range, Inala smirked, "This is doable."
"Kriek!" He let out a shriek, commanding the twenty-eight Empyrean Zingers who all activated the same skill.
Mystic Bone Art—Puppetry!
Four Prana Hands appeared next to each Empyrean Zinger and grabbed a Prana Bone spear each, hovering in readiness.
The lake started to bubble, frothing as Inala pulled out the Prana Bombs that had been filled to the brink with the Rockatrice's Prana.
2800 Prana was the Rockatrice's capacity. Meaning, as long as it didn't react until 28 Prana Bombs were filled, it was Inala's victory. Of course, the Rockatrice wasn't the type to sit still and wait for its death.
Prana gushed out of the settlement hill range as a forcefield was unleashed, instantly causing Inala to weaken in response.
Primary Nature—Rocky Intimidation!
A hill-like entity with a hundred hands gushed out of the lake, emanating murderous intent as dozens of Prana Bombs stuck to its body, continuously absorbing its Prana. It glared at Inala and attacked immediately.
The Rockatrice began its retaliation!
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