Chapter 458: Chapter 401: Too Arrogant, I Say You’re Dead for Sure! (Vote for monthly tickets!)
Indra soared to the heavens!
The Devas looked on one after another, exchanging glances and promptly rising to action.
"Let’s go up!"
"This gemstone has finally been destroyed, it’s time for the Asuras to witness our power!"
"Move out!"
In no time, the Devas called upon their friends, and together, they set into motion.
Within the realm of Earth.
The vast and dark land was blanketed in flames, fiercely burning as they burst from the crevices, striving for the sky.
Rumble!
One by one, Divine Chariots soared through the half-space of this realm, weaving through the black smoke.
Standing atop the Divine Chariots were the Gandharvas, with charioteers piloting the chariots, and the warriors on them firing arrows, hurling spears, Ridge Darts, and javelins, along with glittering ropes descending from the heavens.
The Asuras flew behind them.
They too grabbed bows and arrows, chasing in the air, shooting as they went.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In an instant, the sky shrouded in black mist was filled with countless Divine Weapons.
Divine Weapons clashed, exploding with a thunderous roar, like falling stars tracing curves through the sky before finally plummeting to the ground.
Deep within the realm of Earth, more and more Asura armies emerged, charging straight out.
Rumble!
This Asura army, vast and mighty, charged directly at the crumbling armies, engulfing them completely.
"Modoli, we’re done for!"
"This is bad!"
"All the Asuras have come!"
The warriors on the Divine Chariots were thrown into panic.
The Charioteer, Modoli, turned his head and hurriedly reassured his comrades, saying, "The Devas will come to save us!"
The Asura army raised their Curved Sabers, roaring furiously as they charged at the Gandharvas.
"Kill them!"
The sound of their battle cries shook heaven and earth.
At that moment, the sky was pitch black and gloomy.
The rolling black clouds collided like ocean waves, and amidst the crashing, terrifying thunder erupted.
Boom!
Rumble!
Dazzling lightning dispelled the darkness of the sky, slashing through the clouds, and thundered down.
A great red silhouette plummeted from above.
Whoosh!
The Gandharvas suddenly looked up to see a bright bolt of lightning, flickering with red and blue like a victorious banner fluttering in the wind, striking down upon numerous Asuras.
Rumble!
Many Asura archers instantly fell to the ground.
Indra’s eyes swept over the scene.
Seeing that things were settled, he did not linger and leapt up, immediately rushing toward the Asura Temple. In the eyes of the many Gandharva warriors, he left behind a dazzling red trail.
"!!!"
"The Vajra Holder!"
The Charioteer, Modoli, gazed from afar.
Clutching the reins, his eyes glowed as he watched the gradually receding figure as if staring directly at the sun, filled with reverence.
"What a glorious figure!"
"It deserves a chariot as resplendent as its own, adorned with swords, javelins, pestles, and darts, and if only it had a crown like white clouds!"
"Of course..."
"It would be even better if I were the Charioteer!"
Modoli shook his head, murmuring to himself.
...
Swoosh!
Indra burst forth, like a meteor streaking with thunderous lightning, rushing toward the depths of the realm of Earth, approaching the Divine Temple of Asura.
As he drew closer, a vast number of Asuras also came into view.
"He’s coming! He’s coming!"
"He’s here!"
The revived Dulantak’s eyes widened as he saw Indra swiftly flying their way, and he immediately let out a loud yell. His voice echoed like thunder, alarming all directions and reaching the ears of the surrounding Asuras.
Whoosh!
Sukhacara Sage, Dulu Gang, Nujewan, and others all looked up.
They all saw the swiftly approaching figure.
"Go!"
Sukhacara Sage raised the divine scepter in his hand, pointing straight upwards as if to puncture the sky ahead.
Accompanied by his explosive shout, King Nujewan instantly flew upwards.
Dulantak’s eyes glowed with fire.
He lifted his hand to touch his neck, where there was no scar after his resurrection, yet he still felt a faint pain. He clenely clenched his fists and exclaimed angrily.
"We go up!"
Dulantak roared.
Whoosh!
One after another, the Asura figures surged upwards, charging toward the horizon.
King Nujewan stood in front of the great army, charging forward first. Standing behind him was Su Jieluo, enjoying the protection of Shangjiponi’s Undying Curse, he naturally had no fear of life or death.
He gazed at the oncoming Indra from afar.
"Daring to invade Earth alone!"
"So arrogant!"
"Truly too arrogant!"
King Nujewan, hands on hips, couldn’t help but utter coldly.
The next moment, he fiercely extended his right hand, and a glowing rope appeared in his palm.
He swung his great arm, and as the rope rotated in the air, it whipped up a whirlwind and shot out.
Whoosh!
Divine power surged instantaneously, and in an instant thousands of ropes were released, all descending from the dark clouds, the loops fluttering, aiming straight for Indra’s neck.
Seeing this, Indra’s eyes shot out thousands of beams of light, as if thousands of eyes blinked.
He surveyed his surroundings and raised his right hand high.
Boom!
A sharp Vajra pestle appeared in his great hand, like a bolt of lightning, its dazzling brilliance aimed precisely at the incoming ropes and he struck with unerring force.
"Lightning!"
"Heed my command!"
Indra growled.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Thunder roared within the clouds, illuminating the pitch-black sky, and as the lightning surged, it struck the ropes in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ropes writhed wildly, like enraged Nagas, flashing with electricity, trembling incessantly, and then exploding one after another.
Seeing this unfold, King Nujewan’s gaze sharpened.
This guy means business!
He’s really angry and preparing to kill his way over!
"Indra!"
"Dare you violate our Earth, do you want to wage war with us?"
King Nujewan’s eyes widened, he retreated two steps angrily, and shouted loudly.
His aura soared to the sky, the rope in his hand twinkling like the first beams of dawn over the horizon, where sea meets sky, seemingly spreading endlessly into the distance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hefty footsteps resounded, like the deep rumblings of Mandara Mountain, echoing out.
"You come after me!"
"Do you think you can kill me?!"
Dulantak took large strides, emitting an angry roar.
His right arm dangled naturally, holding a pitch-black battle pestle, dragging it through the void, creating faint ripples as if skimming the surface of water in this space.
Dulu Gang also followed behind him, carrying a battle pestle over his shoulder, his gaze cold and stern.
Indra’s eyes shone bright gold, bursting out with eye-catching brilliance.
Whoosh!
The next moment, he abruptly raised his great arm, turning sideways to aim at Dulantak.
"I came!"
"Of course, it’s to kill you!"
Indra’s gaze was icy as he stared straight at the oncoming Dulantak. His voice rippled and continued unabated, resonating throughout Earth.
"You’re a dead man!"
Dead man! Dead man! Dead man!
Hearing this echoing voice, Dulantak became instantly furious.
Does this guy really think he’s unrivaled?
"Even if we have to go one by one, how many times can you kill us? We’ll exhaust you to death!"
"Let’s go up!"
