Ill Surpass The Mc Chapter 276

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A Mammoth Clansman at the peak of the Body Stage transforms into their respective Pranic Beast form. At the same level, a Free Human takes on their Human Avatar form. A Cooter Clansman had their Spirit Weapon transformation.

Their body transforms into an object, behaving like a Spirit Weapon. Its shape and size resemble a Cooter Clansman’s heart, continuously pumping out Prana. Surrounding it to form a false body would be mist influenced by their Primary Nature.

This false body could either be the same size as their original body or could grow into a giant. The only difference would be the Prana consumption necessary to maintain such a giant false body.

The biggest advantage of this is the fact that the false body is merely a mass of fluid acting as a Spirit Weapon. Whether or not it gets obliterated wouldn’t affect the Cooter Clansman. They only need to consume more Prana to regenerate it, like a slime.

The heart-shaped object—their Spirit Weapon form—is their actual body. They would only be injured when this heart-shaped object sustains damage. Thereby, their rate of survival increases sharply.

When the Sumatra Ship began to glide towards their stronghold, Ralral alerted everyone upon noticing consumption in the mist and became battle-ready. Unfortunately, none of them ever expected such a level of power display from Inala as their entire stronghold was destroyed, defensive arrangements and all.

Ralral assumed her Spirit Weapon transformation, squeezing herself like a stream of water through a bunch of narrow passages between the collapsed cave walls. Kept safe in the centre of the stream of water was her Spirit Weapon form.

“No!” She screamed upon noticing that all her group members died from the impact, brutally crushed under the explosion. They weren’t at the peak of the Body Stage and hence couldn’t take on a Spirit Weapon form.

If she hadn’t assumed her Spirit Weapon form, she too would have died, for her false body was obliterated. Since there wasn’t enough space to generate a humanoid false body, she created a serpentine one that flowed like water.

The humanoid form was the most energy-efficient, since she was a human. Moving in the serpentine form, though barely a third of her human body in terms of volume, consumed more than twice the Prana to maintain and control.

“Inala!” She growled in rage, wishing to destroy Inala. But she exercised awareness, understanding that it was still the Death Hour. Now that her Clansmen died, it wouldn’t be possible for her to take on two Mammoth Clansmen and an Empyrean Tusk.

‘I need to wait.’ Thinking as such, she flowed deeper under the rubble, remaining hidden there. From there, she released mist and covered up the region, making contact with the mist covering the island. Using her psychokinesis, she began to pull in the mist from other areas, consuming them to replenish her Prana, thereby maintaining an optimal battle state.

Once the cold shower begins, she could retaliate. Hence, it was prudent for Ralral to exercise caution.

The Sumatra Ship landed atop the rubble as Inala observed mist covering the region. The Prana Bomb scales covering his ship were already full of Prana, unable to absorb anymore.

After some thought, Inala took on his female form and chucked out dozens of Life Bombs, waiting for them to hatch as they slammed into unsuspecting Iron Grade Pranic Beasts.

He infused minimal instructions into the shells forming the Life Bombs.

One of the Life Bombs slammed into a Pranic Beast and began to absorb its Prana. The Pranic Beast retaliated in a fluster, becoming afraid upon seeing its attack failing to even scratch the Life Bomb. A dozen seconds later, the Life Bomb hatched an Empyrean Zinger Scout.

It immediately accessed the Life Bomb shell like a bone slip and received Inala’s instruction, quickly evading a blow from the Pranic Beast whose Prana it used to hatch. By activating Internal Inertial Gravity, it assumed miniature form and disappeared.

A few seconds later, it landed on the Sumatra Ship, having expended all the Prana it was born with. Cracking a Prana Bomb, it slurped its contents and began to replenish its reserves. It wasn’t alone as many Empyrean Zinger Scouts soon followed it, having just hatched.

Once there were thirty of them, a Bone Slip appeared before them, informing them about Ralral and what they needed to do there.

Without any hesitation, the Empyrean Zinger Scouts in miniature forms leaped into the gaps between the rubble and made their way inside. Two minutes later, faint vibrations coursed through the rubble as they began fighting her.

Even if she was alone, Ralral was at the peak of the Body Stage, possessing Silver Grade power. Therefore, when the cold shower begins, she still had a realistic chance of injuring Inala or worse, even killing him.

Inala only had to slip up for a moment to die. Hence, he intended to finish things before that. And what better way to do so than spawning Empyrean Zinger Scouts to harass her?

Ralral could absorb the mist and replenish her Prana. Inala only had to chuck four Prana Hands into the mist to receive a steady supply of Prana. Besides, there were plenty of Iron Grade Pranic Beasts nearby.

Their strength wasn’t enough to damage his Prana Hands. Hence, they became his batteries. With that, Inala continued to increase the population of Empyrean Zinger Scouts and made them swarm the hiding Ralral.

Swoosh!

Upon being pressured, Ralral surfaced and made a beeline towards the Pranic Beast horde, intending to slip through the gaps. But no matter. The Empyrean Zinger Scouts gave chase. Every attack from her killed a scout, but for every Empyrean Zinger Scout she killed, Inala created three more.

‘I underestimated him dearly.’ Ralral thought as she saw Life Bombs being chucked out of the Sumatra Ship, ‘He has a Secondary Nature. It seems he fused with a Mutated Silver Grade Pranic Beast. Besides, that weird object on his hip was his ship. Dammit!’

Miniature Prana Bombs flew towards her as her serpentine false body twisted and turned to evade them, unwilling to lose any more Prana. The pursuit was relentless, and their action turned the Pranic Beasts restless.

Boom!

A Silver Grade Pranic Beast stomped the ground in anger when a Prana Bomb slammed into its face. It stared at a stream of water moving in proximity, attacking it in irritation.

“Screw off!” Ralral shouted as her false body coiled around the arm punched forth by the Silver Grade Pranic Beast, swooshing to its back before slapping its cheek with the tail end of her form.

The Silver Grade Pranic Beast roared in anger and flailed its arms around, managing to hit three Empyrean Zinger Scouts, splattering them upon impact. They were merely newborns and were extremely fragile.

Ralral continued to flee, buying as much time as possible. Slowly but surely, she was making her way to the shore. And right as the group of Empyrean Zinger Scouts approached close, she leapt into the sea.

Two seconds later, a misty geyser jutted out of the mist wall and slammed into the group of Empyrean Zingers, giving the less affected third-degree burns while killing the more affected.

‘It’s coming!’ Ralral thought in relief as she observed the plasma layer coming upwards, almost at the surface. She then stared in the direction where Inala was in the Sumatra Ship, aiming that way as she activated another of her arrangements, churning the mist wall.

Suddenly, the wall of mist turned ink-black as she unleashed her ability in full swing, dishing out a geyser toward Inala, like a laser beam.

Primary Nature—Broiling Mist Dominance!