The Man That Boned Your Ass Once

Once every few hours, he picked up baby Gannala's voice. Based on the tone of the cry, it was a show of pain, worrying the Boar King, 'No! I should be the one to kill her! Not any of the other trash!'

He picked up pace, rushing through faster. From time to time, the Empyrean Boar King would gobble some Pranic Beasts, replenishing Prana in such a fashion.

The targeted Pranic Beasts didn't even know what hit them. One moment they were in their territories. The other moment, they were being digested in the body of the sole Mystic Grade Pranic Beast of Sumatra Continent.

It was so fast the targets barely registered a blur before they were killed.

As long as his Prana was being replenished, the Empyrean Boar King could continue his high-speed sprint, reaching speeds up to 800 kilometres per hour, his optimal pace.