Chapter 83 War Against the Zingers

“Give me at least a minute to feel good about my gains,” Inala complained as he continued to roll on the floor, watching the ceiling shatter in multiple locations.

He sent a Life Hand flying forward and grabbed a Zinger Scout’s neck, watching it writhe in pain.

Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

The gravity within a Prana Hand increased sharply, making it heavier right before it made contact with a Zinger. There was a sharp increase in control difficulty due to the increased weight, but it was only for an instant, so Inala didn’t feel the strain.

Right as the Prana Hand became heavy, it slammed into the Zinger’s face, shattering the latter’s skull. Immediately after that, it became light and retreated towards Inala.

A Prana Hand weighed around two kilograms in its base state. When Inala raised its weight through his Secondary Nature, it increased to around forty kilograms. But if he focused all his Secondary Nature’s effect on one Prana Hand alone, then its weight would hit a hundred kilograms.

And when it travelled at a speed surpassing fifty metres per second, the resulting momentum was skull-shattering.

Moreover, upon contact, the Prana Hand absorbed the Zinger’s Prana, alleviating some of his consumption burden. If not for him fleeing away nonstop, he would have taken his time to absorb Prana from his targets comfortably.

A Zinger Scout threw a Prana Bomb at him. Right as it approached his face, a Prana Hand swatted it to the side, stunning the attacker. After all, the Prana Bomb didn’t attach to the hand. Moreover, when the Prana Hand grabbed it again, its Prana was stolen instead.

Prana Bombs don’t stick to each other as their similar properties cancel out. As the Prana Hand was made from one, the Prana Bomb didn’t stick to it. Moreover, the property of a Prana Bomb’s absorption had a clear hierarchy due to their level.

The Zinger Scout was a Beginner Iron Grade Prana Beast. Meanwhile, his Empyrean Zinger was a Beginner Silver Grade Pranic Beast. Therefore, the Prana absorption effect of his Prana Bomb vastly outclassed the former.

As a result, the Zinger Scout grunted in pain as its Prana was absorbed. Prana Bombs were the Zinger equivalent of Spirit Weapon. Therefore, through that connection, its Prana was siphoned out.

The Prana Hand held the Prana Bomb and flew away. It served as a portable battery for Inala as long as he remained within the Zinger Scout’s Spirit Weapon range.

Walls shattered and the ceiling collapsed. Inala didn’t even have the time to take a breather, constantly defending against the Zinger attacks. Prana Bombs flew at him through various patterns, actively controlled by the Zingers that threw them.

Mystic Bone Art—Puppetry!

His two Prana Hands and two Life Hands flashed around, slapping the Prana Bombs like a volleyball. As the hands were heavy, they weren’t bothered by the Prana Bomb impacts, able to move in the direction he wished.

Inala leaped back into the living room, rolled on the floor, and turned into a female. She got up and threw a bunch of Life Bombs before reverting to her male form and making a run for it.

The Life Bombs slammed into the Zingers and absorbed their Prana, drying up most of the Zinger Scouts. The eggs hatched and Empyrean Zinger Scouts rushed out, using the little Prana they possessed to turn their bodies heavy.

All Empyrean Zingers he created possessed both his Primary and Secondary Natures. They were Mutatated Pranic Beasts after all. Unfortunately, as they weren’t an Empyrean Zinger Queen, they couldn’t take on a female form. As a result, they could only use Prana Bombs.

But as they didn’t have enough Prana to unleash a Prana Bomb, they instead consumed what little Prana remained in their newborn bodies to increase their weight through Internal Inertial Gravity.

Using their heavy bodies, they latched onto the Zingers. Their claws dig through the Zinger fur with significant weight. In a matter of seconds, they were killed. But they did manage to wound their opponents in the meantime.

Moreover, they bought enough time for Inala to rush out of his house. He carried the withered Zinger King corpse and rushed towards the closest channel that was forty metres away.

The moment he exited the house, the attention of all Zingers in the vicinity fell on him. After all, he was rushing out of the place where the Zinger Queen’s egg ought to have hatched. Therefore, they knew he was the cause behind the failure.

Prana Bombs slammed with enough force they began to damage Gannala’s exoskeleton. She was in her final moments, and hence, her Primary Nature had already been retracted below the exoskeleton. 𝓞𝑽𝑙xt.𝒸𝑜𝕞

That was why the Zingers could this easily destroy his house which was pretty much made from Gannala’s exoskeleton.

Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

Inala turned himself as light as possible, allowing his legs to spring out as he jumped, making his figure leap a long distance. Right after he jumped and his feet left the ground, he hurriedly raised his weight to the limit.

Thereby, the momentum behind his leap increased exponentially. Even when the Prana Bombs slammed into the Zinger King corpse he was carrying, his leap arc wasn’t affected. But as he didn’t have the expertise, he wasn’t perfect with the setup, hence only being able to cross ten metres.

‘Resha could casually cross twice the distance at my cultivation.’ Inala sighed, feeling the difference in talent between him and Resha in terms of battle. Inala indeed wasn’t as talented in the art of fighting as compared to his peers and wasn’t even worth mentioning before monsters like Resha.

It was only four jumps, barely taking ten seconds. But by the end, he was bloody, having tanked a few Prana Bombs directly. He fell face first on the floor and rolled into the channel entrance, saved from the Prana Bomb attacks, “I would have died if I fought any longer.”

He had synergetic abilities, yes. But he had just obtained them. He didn’t have enough experience to efficiently use them yet.

He was out of Prana due to the Prana Bombs attached to him. But when Inala placed a Prana Hand on the Prana Bomb, it absorbed Prana, allowing him to recover some of his lost reserves.

Soon, the Prana Bombs—latched onto him—fell off, empty. Inala had around twenty Prana left. He peeked from the entrance and shot out a Prana Hand, grabbing hold of a Zinger that was within reach, causing it to shriek in fluster.

“Come to me!” A second Prana Hand latched on it, preventing it from gliding as its body twitched from Prana loss. The two Prana Hands tugged it with force, slamming its body on the floor. It was barely alive as Inala attached a Life Hand to it, absorbing both its Prana and Lifeforce.

After targeting a couple more Zingers, his Prana reserves were full while in terms of age, he regressed to his actual age, a couple months away from hitting fifteen.

“I need to meet Oyo now.” He muttered and sprinted through the channel, making his way to Granny Oyo’s house. The thoughts he pushed to the back of his mind returned, worrying him, “If that baby is my child, can I bear to kill it?”

Chapter end