Chapter 546 Run Away!
"D-Dad...please, don't worry about...us." Brana roared in desperation upon seeing his father in such a plight, "Please, Dad! Please! Survive!"
"I'm dead as a father if I abandon my children!" The Boar King gritted his teeth and targeted the two Biome Bombs latched to his body, trying his best to grab them and pry them away from his children. His hands began to move faster and faster, raising his speed by repeatedly alternating between weightlessness and heaviness in order to chase after the strings and grab them respectively.
Less than ten seconds later, he managed to grab a string, only to see the Biome Bomb sever the string and condense a new one. As for the energy source required to condense it? Both the Biome Bombs were steadily stealing the Boar King's Prana and Lifeforce.
Thump!
His right knee slammed into the floor, no longer having the strength to get up as the Boar King severed it upon observing that he was unable to block the grey sand's invasion. But his problems didn't end there.
A moment later, eight strings jutted out of the Biome Bomb covering the severed leg and latched onto his body, revealing an opening through which grey sand spilt out. It was trying to target his other leg.
Prana surged in the stump of his right leg, intending to regenerate it. But in shock, he saw that the process was...damn slow. He was no longer in his prime. As a result, it was difficult for him to recover from injuries as easily as in his prime.
Something that would have taken him a fraction of a second would take minutes now. This regenerative speed was superior to Silver Grade Pranic Beasts and was on par with quite a few Gold Grade Pranic Beasts.
But for a pinnacle existence like the Boar King, this duration basically seemed like forever. His heart felt strained to pump blood through his body, unable to endure his dense state.
The Boar King could feel that his body's density was steadily dropping. No, all his twenty-plus Natures of Internal Inertial Gravity were still active. Yes, his stomach biome was still supplying Prana as usual.
However, the problem stemmed from the fact that due to his old age, his body and mind were unable to handle such a workload. Hence, the efficiency of his Prana began to drop, resulting in power vastly below what he was capable of in his prime.
The unfortunate reality of old age is that both your body and mind are no longer what they used to be. Stuff that you could casually execute in your prime could become insurmountable tasks now. And it only got progressively worse with the passage of time.
"Leave us, Dad!" Baga shouted while coughing up blood as the disease ridding him became stronger. As all his Prana had been expended already, his body's defences were at their lowest, making him more prone to the disease.
As a result, they were steadily approaching the end stage of the disease that Yennda had inflicted upon them, which was to become no different from a cripple, unable to do anything on their own and requiring significant care.
Yennda ensured that the disease wouldn't kill them. But it would very well bring them to death's door and give them a VIP experience. This was done originally to force the Boar King into leaving for the Cooter Clan in an effort to cure his kids.
Resha's actions changed everything, destroying whatever plan that others had crafted for the Wean Tribe.
"What's the use of surviving if you're dead?" Tears streamed out of his eyes in helplessness as the Boar King now seemed no different from a weary old man who was unable to protect his family in this dangerous world, "The last thing I want is to survive alone..."
"Big sister is alive!" Baga shouted, "And Braga is too. They're both in your stomach biomes. If you die, they'll die too. Dad! Just save them!"
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