I'll Surpass The MC

Chapter 213 A Pitfall!

Secondary Nature—Inhibition Dome!

While the Empyrean Zinger Scout in miniature form observed it from the ground, the Millinger moved a bit in its direction, causing the Inhibition Dome to cover it. Immediately in response, the connection it had with Inala—the psychokinesis energy tentacle of Prana—was cut off.

This was the problem that made it almost impossible to kill a Millinger. It was also why even Fhoong Brimgan, with all the power he possessed, took so long to kill just two of them.

The moment his Spirit Weapon entered the range of the Inhibition Dome, it lost all contact with him. Following that, it fell to the ground like a lump piece of material. Hence, all attacks had to be unleashed from afar, which weren’t as powerful as a direct hit from his chakrams.

Two golden chakrams joined together as they rushed towards a Millinger. The two chakrams didn’t become one but rather held a centimetre distance between each other. Prana circulated between the two, causing sparks as due to the high rotation speeds, the kinetic energy of the air increased.

Soon, it caused an ionisation effect, resulting in the generation of sparks. Right after that, the two chakrams vibrated, moving close to each other for a moment before going farther away, the distance between the two points spanning less than a millimetre.

The convergence and divergence of the two chakrams in high frequencies resulted in shockwaves of air being generated between the two. Prana travelled between the two, accompanying both the electric sparks and ionised packets of air being launched as shockwaves, influencing them due to the rotation of the chakrams.

A terrifying power was built between the two before suddenly, the two golden chakrams stopped abruptly and joined together into one, making the gap between each other zero. As a result, the shock being developed between them travelled tangentially, ejected out in the shape of a crescent moon.

Lightning brimmed through the ionised air that volatilised itself into flames, travelling at sonic speeds to enter the Inhibition Dome and slam into the Millinger without any power reduction. After all, this attack was physical and chemical in nature.

By the time it approached the Inhibition Dome, there was no Prana in it. Hence, the Inhibition Dome was useless against it. The attack was a plasma blade with a powerful cutting force, capable of killing most Silver Grade Pranic Beasts in one hit.

“Kroook!” The Millinger shrieked in pain. There was a minor gash on its carapace, adding one to the thousands on it already. The problem with this ability was that Fhoong Brimgan could unleash it every five seconds. And if he were to reduce its cutting power, he could even launch dozens every second.

The Millinger unleashed an artillery strike, condensing the thousands of spikes into a long river and aimed at the Capital City.

A golden chakram appeared before it and spun at rhythmic frequencies, varying the frequencies every thousandth of a second. The Prana coating it increased friction with the air, controlling its movements accordingly.

It caused ripples with every frequency fluctuation. And a thousand fluctuations were performed in a practiced rhythm that unleashed a vapour cone vertically forward, launched in the direction of the incoming river of spikes.

The vapour cone only extended forward for a few metres before losing strength. But a vapour cone was unleashed every second, creating a continuous barrage.

And when the vapour cone collided with the river of spikes, the latter was shredded, resulting in a rain of the material forming the spikes. As a result, the ground before the Capital City became a melting puddle.

The chakram spun until the artillery strike ended.

Two chakrams were occupied with stopping the artillery strikes of the two Millingers. The remaining two chakrams were unleashing the plasma blades on the Millinger that suffered the most serious of injuries.

As long as this was dealt with, killing the last Millinger would be easy. Moreover, the Millingers were within Fhoong Brimgan’s range.

As a result, he didn’t even need to use two chakrams to carry four bodies of himself out of the city. Currently, he could use all six chakrams while his six bodies remained in the city.

He simply stacked the excess two bodies upon whichever body required the power boost. This way, he could control his strength perfectly and ensure he maintained tip-top fighting conditions.

“Kireeek!” The Millinger constantly being targeted by Fhoong Brimgan retracted its Inhibition Dome, for it was a wasted expenditure of Prana. It simply kept it ready in case the golden chakram came in for the kill.

By focusing its power on its Primary Nature, its artillery strikes became stronger. Of course, when it retracted its Inhibition Dome, Fhoong Brimgan could relax and allow other cultivators to launch attacks at it.

These attacks barely scratched it, but they did a great job of irritating it.

In the meantime, he allowed two of his bodies to fall asleep. Eating and sleeping in rotation was the key to his continued dominance in the fight. This was how a high-level cultivator at the Life Stage truly fought.

‘I have one second to make this work.’ Inala thought once he regained contact with the Empyrean Zinger Scout. It happened immediately after the Millinger retracted its Inhibition Dome to conserve Prana.

He waited patiently until the Millinger was right above his trap, making a countdown as the Millinger prepared for an artillery strike. And soon, he had his chance.

Right as the most injured Millinger unleashed an artillery strike, it was in a momentary state of weakness, as in the case with all Centingers too. At that exact moment, Inala and almost all the Empyrean Zingers available with him used their psychokinesis to launch a miniature Prana Bomb towards the Millinger and slipped it into the shell covering its body.

Immediately in response, Inala unleashed a fierce gust of wind and sped away on the trolley he had created, blazing through the narrow tunnel—that he dug in advance—at terrifying speeds. Right as the distance between him and the miniature Prana crossed one hundred eighty metres, the connection was cut off.

He, along with the rest of his Empyrean Zingers had used all their Prana to make the miniature Prana Bomb as light as possible. Despite that, it was still so heavy that they had to combine their psychokinesis powers after activating the Puppetry Skill to stack four psychokinesis layers atop each other.

What was stored within the miniature Prana Bomb were grain-sized chunks of soil.

Inala created a large Prana Bomb, used Internal Inertial Gravity to bend the space within and stuffed it to the brim with soil. By causing a singularity within, the large Prana Bomb shrunk into the size of a grain, possessing the entirety of the mass contained within its large space before.

He had created thousands of such grains and stuffed them all in a miniature Prana Bomb until it was filled to the brim. And now, that miniature Prana Bomb was slid into the tough shell covering the Millinger’s main body.

And the moment Inala and group were out of range, the effects of Internal Inertial Gravity subsided, causing the miniature Prana Bomb to unleash its true weight.

Boom!

The ground underneath the Millinger caved in as it fell through a deep pit that Inala had dug, having precisely used the soil there to create the compressed grains.

This was how the humans of ancient times killed titan-sized animals. A simple, but effective trap. The deeper it was, the more dangerous it became. 𝑜𝑣𝐿xt.𝑐𝓞𝓜

A pitfall!