'All he has done is stack two Prana Shocks and use them to fight.' The Boar King thought as he stared at the fake figure of Virala, 'Is he that confident? Or is there another reason?'
"Look at me here, worrying about a trap." The Boar King chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief, "Since when was I worried about such minor things?"
"I should just ram through things like usual." The Boar King made up his mind as he gobbled a bunch of Pranic Beasts until his belly was full—in his Pranic Beast form.
The Mammoth Clan was busy defending against the swarm of Pranic Beasts, hence not having enough strength to face the Boar King.
As the Empyrean Boar King approached them, the Empyrean Tusks shot shockwaves, having been ready all along. A blast of air slammed into the ground as the Empyrean Boar King evaded it, for a moment frowning as it stared at the crater, 'Why is it so weak?'
