Flying at an altitude a kilometre high in their miniature forms were Empyrean Zinger Scouts. Opening their mouths, they hurled all the grey sand stored in their stomachs that had been turned into biomes.
As a result, the grey sand trickled down to the ground like snow, gradually accumulating over time. On one side of the battlefield was Inala, holding ten Sumatra Zingers. He was positioned ten kilometres away from the battlefield, hidden behind a tree.
Right underneath him was a tunnel in which he could jump into and escape when necessary. He encased the Empyrean Zinger Scouts—in miniature forms—in Prana Bombs and shot them using his Sumatra Zingers, one shot every minute.
After reaching its vertical peak, the Prana Bomb would shatter, from which the Empyrean Zinger would glide forward. And once it arrived overhead the battlefield, it would vomit out all the contents of its stomach.
There was a batch of Empyrean Zingers constantly transporting grey sand to Inala from the Sandy-Grey Void ring.
After vomiting out all the grey sand in their biomes, the Empyrean Zinger Scouts would proceed to glide forward for another ten kilometres before landing beside the Empyrean Zinger King.
They would consume a Prana Bomb to replenish their Prana reserves. Once full, they would turn their stomachs into biomes and store the grey sand in them. Following that, the Empyrean Zinger King would launch them into the sky using the Sumatra Zingers in its possession.
This way, Inala and the Empyrean Zinger King volleyed the Empyrean Zinger Scouts between each other, causing grey sand to rain down upon the battlefield.
Of course, the grey sand was treacherous in nature. By the third or fourth volley, the biomes in the Empyrean Zinger Scouts would collapse as the grey sand would consume them from within. And once the biomes shatter, the stored grey sand would billow out like a blizzard.
Upon seeing the grey sand fall on it, a female Millinger became nervous. After all, upon piling over its body, the grey sand was gradually eating away at its carapace. As the ground became more and more covered by the grey sand, it was dangerous to even set foot there.
After all, its flesh, blood, and Prana were pretty much fuel for the grey sand to grow further.
An hour since Inala began pouring the grey sand on the battlefield, he had poured at least four to five thousand kilograms of it. But if he were to scoop all the grey sand on the battlefield, the resultant quantity would be a couple hundred kilograms heavier.
It was because the grey sand was assimilating the normal soil to spread around. Only a madman would try to use it, because if left unchecked, the grey sand would spread around and eventually transform the entire region into the Sandy-Grey Void.
There existed distinct rules governing Sumatra Continent that prevented the Sandy-Grey Void bordering it from corroding the land within. Similarly, the Mudropper’s Primary Nature allowed it to control and regulate the spread of the Sandy-Grey Void region.
Inala was taking on a serious gamble here. If he were to become careless for even the slightest, he would be shooting himself in the foot as this entire region would turn into the Sandy-Grey Void.
The falling grey sand alerted the Millingers, giving them pressure. They expanded their senses and observed the Empyrean Zingers gliding in the skies and creeping towards them from within the grey sand.
They immediately unleashed an artillery strike to get rid of all the meddlesome creatures.
Inala and the Empyrean Zinger King were waiting for this moment. Upon seeing the Millingers take action, they retreated into the tunnels and sealed the entrance. They left behind the Empyrean Zinger Scouts along with puppets of each other.
“Kurararara!” A Millinger unleashed a command. In response, fifty female Centingers roamed the region and eradicated all the Empyrean Zinger Scouts. This was done only to give them the false idea that all enemies had been killed.
The Inala puppet and the Empyrean Zinger King puppet resisted a little and were killed eventually, giving a satisfactory conclusion to the Centingers’ hunt.
Four female Centingers approached the Rooster Tribe Settlement and killed the Slump Lizards in the vicinity. As for the refugees within? They had been vacated into the tunnels that were beyond the sensory range of the Centingers. No traces of their existence were left behind.
Except for the small group of Life Stage cultivators, everyone else in the Capital City had been killed. Hence, the Centingers dispersed throughout the region to eliminate any other creature that moved. 𝑶𝒱𝗅xt.𝗇et
All Slump Lizards in the region within the Sandy-Grey Void ring had been rounded up and eliminated. Once that was done, they focused on the remainder of the targets in the Capital City area. In a matter of hours, all Life Stage cultivators were killed.
Any survivors in the shelters were discovered and eliminated. Now, Fhoong Brimgan was the sole survivor. But since he was the target of the Millingers, the hunt for the Centingers had concluded.
The females tallied the points and ganged upon the victor to begin the mating session. The remaining male Centingers screeched in frustration and vented by destroying the environment, reducing large swathes of the surrounding forests to mere molten puddles.
The 1-Life Stage Fhoong Brimgan was in a bloody state, having expended all his Prana. His Spirit Weapon shattered, rendering him helpless, “Fuck!”
But right at this time, the ground underneath him exploded, causing a column of grey sand to gush out like a geyser, stunning him. The column was cylindrical in shape, surrounding Fhoong Brimgan, keeping the centre vacant. This was like a shield that prevented the two female Millingers from seeing or sensing his state momentarily.
“You…bastard!” Fhoong Brimgan cursed in anger upon seeing Inala and the Empyrean Zinger King leap out from the column of grey sand and slam Prana Bombs into his body, bombarding him with the attacks.
“Let’s not waste time, shall we?” Inala activated his Secondary Nature to the limit to make his body as strong as possible. He grabbed Fhoong Brimgan by the neck and choked the exhausted latter.
Prime Skill—Empyrean Extraction!
“I’ll kill you!” Fhoong Brimgan cursed as his brain melted, flooding out of his orifices.
Inala grabbed his skull and jumped into the hole in the ground. The Empyrean Zinger King crushed a Prana Bomb from which grey sand spilled out like a tsunami and flooded the region, covering their traces.
The two female Millingers facing the 1-Life Stage Fhoong Brimgan leaped back in a fluster upon seeing the grey sand column. The column collapsed ten seconds later, having formed a large pile, reaching a height of a hundred metres, resembling a mini hill.
They dug through the hill and eventually found Fhoong Brimgan’s corpse, noticing more than half his body had already been assimilated by the grey sand. But they didn’t bother with it, since their concern was only his death.
Since he had died, they targeted the 5-Life Stage Fhoong Brimgan who was currently spewing expletives about Inala, cursing his eighteen generations.
