'Who the heck is this fucker? And how is he able to steal my Prana? Is he Inala?' Virala frowned as he thrashed about, being attacked by dozens of Spirit Weapons, feeling piercing pain in his legs from where he was rapidly losing Prana.
Virala expanded his Prana senses, but all he sensed was a void in the latter's location, 'No, I'm unable to feel anything regarding him.'
When the wave of Prana approached Inala, the latter absorbed it. As a result, nothing was registered on Virala's Prana senses. The spot on his skin related to Inala's location didn't prick. It remained unresponsive, preventing him from getting a feel for the latter's identity.
'I can't go on like this!' Virala thought, intending to morph his Nature Weapon of Leech to Tunnel and flee the place. But a moment later, he felt triggered by the thought, 'Even though these attacks are annoying, none are threatening enough to harm me. Then, I should just do as I please.'
