亚洲狠狠久久综合一区观看

Chapter 123 Luring the Boar King (Part 3)

And to make it seem as if both the fighting parties took out each other, he piled dozens of Slump Lizard carcasses at the cave entrance.

With that gone, he carried the biggest Prana Bomb and dumped it in the river, watching it vanish in the depths of the darkness. With a thought from him, the Prana Bomb crumbled, causing its contents to blast out.

The river water turned turbulent, as even the shit produced by an Empyrean Tusk was medicinal for the average Pranic Beast.

In a matter of minutes, everything was consumed, leaving behind no traces. Following that, Inala boarded a large vehicle that he had successfully finished constructing in the past week. The design was more stable, and refined over his many trips to the border.

Spanning a length of thirty metres and a height of twenty metres, it was a vehicle created by the fusion of four of his biggest Prana Bombs. Moreover, he had refined more layers of Prana Bomb shells on it for added security, ensuring it would remain sturdy long enough in the Sandy-Grey Void.

There were four quarters in total inside. Prana Bomb, Life Bomb, water, and living quarters, for a total of four. Even adding baby Gannala\'s consumption, there were enough resources to sustain them for six months.

At the front were the living quarters where Inala took his seat. Asaeya slumped on a berth that he had purchased from Ellora City, carrying baby Gannala. She was amazed by what he had created, looking around with widened eyes.

Inala had purchased a lot of clothes, toys, medicines, etc. from Ellora City, all to ensure baby Gannala could develop healthily.

"How…?" Asaeya asked but was met with no reply.

While panting in exhaustion, his eyes drooped in tiredness as Inala fed a Prana Bomb into the rocket\'s mouth, sensing the two lungs suck in air. Ten minutes later, once they were fully charged, he made them expunge the air, slowly this time.

The vehicle moved at a controllable speed, as they had sufficient time in their hands. At around thirty kilometres an hour, it moved through the forest region, treading through a path Inala had already mapped out.

Due to the vehicle\'s weight, deep tracks formed on the ground. But that wasn\'t a concern, as by the next morning, once the Slump Lizards begin to retreat, they\'ll erase all unusual traces, including the tyre tracks.

Inala had already confirmed it. The Slump Lizards were his biggest collaborators, even if they were unaware of their role. It was through their help that he was able to perfectly mask his escape.

Soon, they arrived at the border and entered it.

The Sandy-Grey Void created by the Mudropper was a kilometre wide and reached a depth of a hundred metres. As the vehicle entered the region, it began to sink in through the sand, stopping at a depth of eighty metres.

He had shaped the underside of the vehicle in such a way that the grey sand couldn\'t easily move around it. Hence, enough of the sand was stuck inside to ensure the vehicle didn\'t sink all the way to the bottom.

If it reached the bottom and caused part of its surface to face the regular soil, there was a chance the Boar King could pick up traces. If he had Natures geared toward detection, that was possible. Hence, Inala had to make such an elaborate setup.

A couple of minutes later, all traces of the vehicle\'s presence vanished in the Sandy-Grey Void, making it seem as if such a vehicle hadn\'t entered the region in the first place.

While the Sandy-Grey Void was gradually beginning to digest the vehicle, Inala seeped his Prana into it from time to time and resisted the assimilation. This was the method used by the original Empyrean Tusk herd when they planned to leave Sumatra Continent.

After understanding a small part of the memories inherited from the previous Gannala, Inala perfected his plan, allowing him to stay cooped up in the Sandy-Grey Void for six months.

Thankfully, the potency of this Sandy-Grey Void was vastly weaker as compared to the original. Its effects were a tad weaker than even the safe routes determined in the real Sandy-Grey Void. It was why he could sustain himself for six whole months.

Such plans wouldn\'t even last a couple of days through the real Sandy-Grey Void that bordered Sumatra Continent.

\'Now, I have six months to fully comprehend the sea of memories I inherited from the previous Gannala.\' Thinking as such, Inala relaxed, for they were finally in a safe place. The moment he did so, he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

"Inala!" Asaeya rushed to his rescue and placed him on a berth, assisting his recovery.

…

"Uwaa!"

"Uwa!"

Seated in a cave within a random mountain in the Dieng Canyon was the Boar King. Strewn on the floor next to him were some Pranic Beasts, unable to move due to the presence he unleashed.

He usually feasted upon them alive to aid in his cultivation. After facing the Empyrean Tusk herd, he died twice, dropping to the 1-Life Stage. To exact his revenge, he promptly returned to recuperate and build up strength.

But upon hearing a newborn Empyrean Tusk\'s cries, he jolted awake, continuing to hear the sounds for a minute, getting up once the cries stopped, "That\'s the newborn Gannala\'s voice."

"Since the previous Gannala died before I could kill her, I\'ll be sure to kill her successor." He was aware that the inheritance ceremony was completed. For a moment, he wondered if it was a trap, considering how Inala escaped his grasp the previous time.

"So what if it\'s a trap," He grinned, "I have nothing to lose and everything to gain if I find her."

He leaped out of the cave and landed on the ravine, gaining in size as he took on his Pranic Beast form.

Mystic Grade Pranic Beast—Empyrean Boar King!

Upon his transformation, an overbearing presence spread in his surroundings, causing the Zingers to faint in response. As the bodies of the Zingers rained down from the skies, the Empyrean Boar King rushed through the ravine, making a beeline in the direction of the voice he heard.

He sensed the Empyrean Tusk herd far away, still in the Dieng Canyon, \'They are stirring up because of the cries too.\'

\'But, they don\'t have my endurance. They can\'t keep up pace for more than a few hours before expending their reserves.\' With such a thought in mind, the Empyrean Boar King accelerated, burning up Prana to transform into a blur, and swiftly left the Dieng Canyon, \'But high-speed endurance is my thing. Even in my weakened state, I should be able to reach in four days.\'

"I\'ll kill you, Gannala!"