Guh!
Virala coughed out blood as he was besieged by Yoribu and four Depraved Humans. He had actually reached the 4-Life Stage by now, having constantly fed upon the flesh of his opponents. However, he reached his limit, feeling exhaustion stem from the depths of his being.
'I think this is it.' He thought for a moment and released a mild sigh, amidst his painful screams as the hundred hands stretching out of Yoribu were pulling his limbs every which way, painfully pulling them apart, little by little, by barely overcoming the strength of his regeneration.
ARRGGHH!
He grunted, split his bodies into four, and rampaged around.
The fifth Mystic Human in charge of killing the rest of the Cooter Clan and Mystic Humans in the Dralh Sea was mostly done with his attacks.
Suddenly, Virala chomped upon him and ignored the latter's struggles in his stomach.
