I'll Surpass The MC

429 Gannala Unleashes Dance of Annihilation

At the spot where Blola had appeared as the Parute Tree King, a battle was still raging. But it was mostly between the mindless Iron Grade Pranic Beasts and the rest of the stronger entities.

By now, the Brimgan Empire had begun to retreat, disappointed by their failed raid. Large teams spread across the Empire's surroundings, intending to find the culprit—Brangara.

Some claimed that Brangara had destroyed the Parute Tree King. But there was no proof for the statement. The Prana Bomb Dome appeared and blocked their view. And when it shattered, the Parute Tree King wasn't inside.

Hence, many claimed that he had somehow managed to transport it away. With the reports from the prince who had chased after him, many concluded that the culprit had multiple means to hide himself.

But as the teams spread around, intending to search for the culprit, news arrived from the Brimgan Empire. The appearance of the culprit was recorded twice in their records, first as a Citizen named Brangara and second as the infamous Boar King.

This shocking piece of news reverberated through the raid teams, terrifying them. After all, the Boar King was living at the Brimgan Empire, planning who knows what.

"Dammit! This makes no sense!" The Brimgan Prince at the 4-

Life Stage grunted in anger. He was Fehta Brimgan, a Brimgan Empire Royal who obtained the status of Prince a mere three months ago. Hence, he had taken the lead in this raid to rake up some contributions.

Unfortunately for him, that ended up in failure. The one he had targeted ended up being the Boar King, 'No wonder he didn't put me in the eye. To the Boar King, I'm merely dirt.'

"I'm getting pissed just by thinking about it." He growled in anger and stared at his subordinate, "So, what did the Emperor say?"

"Are we raiding the Boar King's residence?"

"The Emperor is debating with the ministers." The subordinate bowed respectfully, "The command was to avoid taking action until a consensus is reached."

"After all, there's a possibility of losing at least a quarter of our Empire's core strength while facing the Boar King and we don't even have a guarantee of killing him." The subordinate concluded.

"What's there to debate?" Fehta Brimgan exclaimed in frustration, "He's obviously planning something shady. He didn't do anything special until now but the moment a Parute Tree King appears, he shows up and swipes it away."

After venting for a few minutes, he signalled their retreat upon seeing the Gold Grade Pranic Beasts too return to their respective habitats. Unlike the Brimgan Empire which had to verify its records to know the Boar King's appearance as he hadn't appeared there until now, all Gold Grade Pranic Beasts knew it by heart.

Hence, they recognised the Boar King's appearance instantly. Besides, his presence slammed into the region multiple times as a warning, so it would be shocking if they didn't understand that the one targeting the Parute Tree King was the Boar King.

If the Boar King claimed the Parute Tree King, then there was nothing they could do other than give up on the matter altogether. Hence, they returned to their habitats once their weaker brethren recovered from the effects of facing the Boar King's presence.

"I wanted to succeed." Fehta Brimgan sighed as he continued to travel by a large truck, now eight kilometres from the Brimgan Empire's entrance. Suddenly, the ground underneath the truck caved in, causing it to fall through.

"What's happening now?" Fehta Brimgan brought out his Spirit Weapon and severed the truck into pieces. He split a body from his being that slammed into the walls of the pit and lodged himself there.

His 1-Life Stage body brought out a chakram that acted as a base for everyone in the truck to land upon.

Boom!

Many seconds later, the truck slammed into the bottom of the pit and created a loud noise. Standing atop the hovering chakram, the 3-Life Stage Fehta Brimgan frowned in response, "How did such a massive pit form here? This shouldn't be happening…"

Suddenly, the 3-Life Stage and 1-Life Stage Fehta Brimgan, and his subordinates atop the chakram lost all their senses. Right at the time, thousands of Mystic Eaters drilled out of the pit walls and rained down on them.

Peeking out of the holes made by the Mystic Eaters were Empyrean Zingers, holding Sumatra Zingers in the hands of each as they pointed at their targets and shot Prana Bombs.

Mystic Eaters landed on the chakram and rushed through the body of Fehta Brimgan, stealing a large portion of Prana from his Spirit Container. Unable to sense anything, he wasn't able to react promptly, flailing his chakram recklessly.

Many Mystic Eaters were severed by the chakram, but they simply rejoined with their severed halves to target him once again.

"Argh!" The 1-Life Stage Fehta Brimgan screamed in pain as dozens of Prana Hands latched onto him and stole his Prana rapidly. They also latched onto the chakram he used to carry everyone, stealing his Prana through that too.

"How dare you!" The 3-Life Stage Fehta Brimgan split himself into three bodies. Only one body had lost all its senses among them. The remaining two were completely fine. They looked around and instantly hurled their chakrams at the Mystic Eaters and Prana Hands, destroying plenty of them in a fraction of a second.

Unfortunately for him, he was at the 4-Life Stage, an even number. When the sound of a clap resounded in his ears, he noticed to his horror that all senses of the remaining two bodies too were stolen. Moreover, his Prana reserves were rapidly draining in response, terrifying him, "What ability is this?"

In the meantime, Inala stood at a tunnel close to the mouth of the pit, revealing himself as he threw out a Prana Bomb that exploded to spill out copious amounts of soil.

The Empyrean Zingers created a Prana Bomb platform at a depth of forty metres, forming the base for the spilling soil to collect upon. This way, the hole was instantly covered up, preventing the people outside from coming in as reinforcements.

Once this was done, he ran through a network of tunnels and arrived at a depth of eighty metres, noticing the Prana Bomb platform there had been completed too. He similarly threw out another Prana Bomb that exploded to gush out soil in excess and filled up the region.

Standing close to the bottom of the pit, Asaeya ensured the senses of every one were stolen properly. To maintain the even number, she used Akashic Transfer on an Empyrean Zinger when necessary.

Orakha stood guard before her and controlled his Mystic Eaters to continue eating the Prana in the Spirit Containers of his targets. With him and Inala working alongside each other, all targets were drained of Prana in less than a minute.

"It's your turn now, Gannala." Inala wrapped the four bodies of Fehta Brimgan in a Prana Bomb coffin each, ensuring none of them could take action. From the start, their combination of abilities made even such a powerful Prince helpless, unable to scratch them in the slightest.

Secondary Nature—Weaponisation!

Weaponisation—Dance of Annihilation!

Gannala inhaled a deep breath and began to dance, emanating waves of Prana radially that targeted Fehta Brimgan, rapidly satisfying the necessary conditions. She didn't even have to perform the conditions as Virala did.

Her dance simply involved the initial and final movements necessary for the respective condition, integrated into a series of dance steps that made it seem as if she had completed the condition.

'It seems the conditions are merely to shape and influence the target's Prana while performing the respective action. So, it's not necessary to satisfy the condition in her case.' Inala nodded in thought, 'The Dance of Annihilation works by bringing about the necessary influence through direct Prana interaction, as if activating a Nature.'

He watched as in less than twenty seconds, Gannala concluded the dance, resulting in Fehta Brimgan's four bodies convulsing and shrinking into an orb each. 'That's a terrifying power.'

"He wasn't able to resist it in the slightest."