All of Inala's Biome Bombs were capable of sentient function as long as they had his Prana. Therefore, the Biome Bomb he sent hurling towards Resha would be able to gather Prana and Lifeforce to either transfer them to Resha or birth an army of Zingers.
With close to 1000 units of his Prana, the Biome Bomb should be able to keep functioning for at least a few months. But, if there was a pressing situation where the Biome Bomb would have to actively use its abilities, it would be expending his Prana faster.
And once all his Prana is used up, it would lose its sentient capabilities. This was something he derived from the Satellites and Comets of Enrinos and Enrans, which was helpful. Thanks to it, even though Inala couldn't personally chase after the Boar King, the Biome Bomb would represent him to take care of the situation.
"This is…?" Resha was speeding in the sky, using a Gravity Funnel to pull himself toward Brangara. This way, the distance between the two was maintained. And the force needed to pull him was generated by Brangara.
Resha behaved no different to a kite now, conserving his strength to the limit as his various biomes worked to generate his Prana. He planned to capture Prana Beasts, trees, soil, and other resources from time to time along the journey to replenish the depletion of his biomes.
Without the Influenced Region—Hidden Eye—to restrict flight, Resha was free to move. And now, as he stared at the Biome Bomb rapidly approaching him, he first wanted to destroy it.
[I'm here to help you!]
There was a pulse in Prana to mimic the influence generated by cultivating Mystic Bone Art. This was combined with the Skill of Bone Slip to generate a message. When the pulse of Prana touched Resha, his Mystic Bone Art activated, interpreting the influence to generate the respective message.
Inala had the Skill of Mystic Skill Creator, which worked by using Mystic Bone Art as a language to convert all experiences into a form recognisable with influences generated by the cultivation technique.
Using this, he created this ability that would allow him to communicate with Mammoth Clansmen through his Biome Bombs. It wasn't at the level of a Skill yet, since he had just become the Royal Zinger.
Inala had created it intending to communicate with the Mammoth Clan, knowing very well that he would lose the Clan's support after becoming a Pranic Beast.
Hearing the message, even though Resha was suspicious, he didn't destroy the Biome Bomb. Instead, he unleashed a gravitational flux of repulsion, one only strong enough to slow down the Biome Bomb's momentum until it was at the same speed as his travel.
'This is an absurd throwing ability.' Cold sweat dripped down his back as Resha stared at the almost weightless Biome Bomb. To stop even something weighing as little as a couple dozen kilograms consumed more than a hundred units of his Prana.
And the distance it had been hurled from was more than thirty kilometres away. Brangara was already running at supersonic speeds. Despite this, Inala was able to throw a projectile that caught up to them fast, 'This is without the aid of a Skill or Prana, but purely muscular. He's elevated a Zinger's throwing ability to the limit.'
When Inala became a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast, Resha was already in a state of disbelief, wondering how Inala had managed such an inconceivable status. It took the Supreme Tusk Gannala two millennia, alongside the knowledge resulting from every single Empyrean Tusk inheritance and aid from Renduldu to conceptualise the seven Mystic Paths.
This was a result thanks to the Mammoth Clan's accumulation from its conception. But Inala, in a mere two decades, managed to forge his own path. That was scary.
Originally, when Resha observed Inala's fight against the Boar King, he didn't think Inala's Mystic Grade form was all that special. Physically, it was weak. In terms of Natures, it was good at taking hits, and only because of its ability to steal Prana and Lifespan.
The Prana and Lifespan steal ability was dangerous, but was only effective within Inala's Spirit Weapon range, which was a mere 180 metres. As long as one wasn't in this range, they could destroy Inala.
Resha was of this opinion, arriving at the result as he observed the fight. He had countless ways to target Inala from afar with deadly attacks. But now, it seemed his thinking was premature.
Zingers weren't a close-combat unit in the first place. They were ranged experts who excelled at kiting their targets. Hit-and-run was their hunting method.
So, the moment an opponent, in an effort to avoid losing his Prana or Lifespan to Inala, makes some distance between the two, signs his death sentence. The farther one was from Inala, the easier it made the fight for him.
[The only way Brangara can counter my abilities is by stealing the Natures of a Zinger Queen from the Dieng Canyon. He'll probably pressure the Zinger Queens to lay as many Life Bombs as possible before they run out of Lifespan. He could hatch them using his Lifeforce and gain many Natures of Life Bombs. By using one, he could recover his Lifespan and also birth new Zinger Queens.]
"I get what you want to say. But…" Resha frowned as he failed to notice anyone in the Biome Bomb, "But how are you communicating with me? Or rather, how are words forming in my mind through the Prana fluctuations you're releasing?"
[It's thanks to something the Supreme Tusk gave me. I developed it into this. Anyway, ignore that. My Biome Bomb can only think to a limited extent. So, don't ask questions and waste its energy. Since you're not planning to let go of Brangara, I'll explain my plan to you.]
"Go ahead, I'm all ears." Resha nodded as he observed Brangara glaring at him from time to time, keeping a constant watch on his position. His kids were watching him like hawks, waiting for an opportunity to target him.
Yarsha Zahara had a downcast expression, resting her weary mind for the time being, not having the mental strength to ponder anymore.
Brangara and his family were alert upon seeing a Biome Bomb join Resha. As the latter was high up in the air, even if they were to launch any attacks, Resha could casually evade them. Any attack with a physical mass would be easily deflected from his position through a gravitational flux.
And by the time any energy attacks reach him, Resha can evade them without issues, thanks to the distance between them. As a result, even though they were fleeing, everyone was nervous, including Brangara.
[Prepare some powerful projectiles that you can use to kill the Zinger Queens. With your power of External Inertial Gravity, I'm sure you can lock in on the targets. As long as they're dead, I can join the fight right after powering up a little.]
"I got that part." Resha nodded, not voicing any objections.
[There's enough Prana and Lifeforce of Brangara in this Biome Bomb. It will all be supplied to you as per your requirements. The Lifeforce can rapidly heal your injuries, so save it for such situations in case you fight Brangara alone. And until then, I'm providing air support. Just use External Inertial Gravity to fine- tune the projectiles, alright? Ensure that Brangara and his family cannot have a moment's rest and do not stop to recover their strength by consuming Pranic Beasts.]
"Air support?" His eyes widened in shock as Resha turned around to stare at tiny dots in the sky that were rapidly approaching him at hypersonic speeds. They were massive boulders, blazing red thanks to friction, "This…mad man!"
Prime Skill—Gravity Funnel!
Resha began to attach Gravity Funnels between the meteors and Brangara, so that they would all hone in on him. The sky began to gradually turn crimson, the same as what happened in the Brimgan Empire. But this time, the cause wasn't Brangara.
"…Zinger!" Brangara gritted his teeth as he observed his Prana levels were draining fast. He had already deactivated all the extra Natures of Internal Inertial Gravity that he had no use for and consumed them to generate Prana.
At present, only six Natures of Internal Inertial Gravity were left, which he placed in the bodies of each of his family members. These tangible Empyrean Tusks were steadily using their bodies as fuel to course the effect of Internal Inertial Gravity in the bodies they were in.
Brangara had some reserve of Prana that he could infuse in them. But once he runs out, these six Natures too would vanish. Once that happens, he wouldn't be able to maintain his high-speed movement without injuring his family.
And if he doesn't move fast enough, Inala would reach the Deing Canyon first. Hence, it was a race against time.
As he continued to run, a meteor trailed after him, blazing red as it burnt up. The Gravity Funnel pulled it towards him, angling it as and when necessary.
"Hmph!" Brangara grunted as he swerved his direction, running horizontally instead. Due to the meteor's weight, the Gravity Funnel wasn't able to curve its momentum fast enough, causing it to slam into the ground and result in an explosion of heat and earth.
"Tch! How much is that bastard throwing?" He cursed in anger upon seeing the sky dotted with meteors, moving in a zigzag pattern to make the meteors miss their mark. Brangara stared directly up and observed a Biome Bomb casually rest itself on Resha's shoulder, seemingly conversing with him.
And then, he watched Resha chuck out Gravity Funnels, making the meteors home in on him, "This fucker is spamming that Skill without rest!"
"Don't you have anything better to do?" He vented in anger.
"Why should I change attacks when this is working exemplarily?" Resha retorted as he kept his Minor Treasure of Spectral Eyes active, deactivating his Gravity Tunnel or cranking it out of Yarsha Zahara's reach whenever she tried to steal it, 'Through this Minor Treasure, I can see everything you do with Prana.'
"You're not escaping my eyes!"
