Chapter 542: Chapter 470: The Power of the Garland, The Furious Ax-wielding Rama! (Vote for monthly ticket!)
Kalahala Arrows piled up, forming a cyan-colored wall of arrows, which instantly erected in front of Sindura.
Boom!
A crimson fist wrapped in boundless power instantly shattered the cyan arrows.
Under the might of the colossal fist, the Kalahala Arrows were smashed to smithereens, turning into countless cyan streams of air that twirled in the sky, quickly morphing into something new.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, these cyan streams solidified, taking the shape of ferocious four-fanged beasts with fiery eyes.
Tens of thousands of Kalahala monsters swarmed out, all charging straight towards Sindura.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
These Kalahala monsters gnawed upon Sindura’s body, which immediately erupted with streaks of red light.
"Ahh!!!"
Sindura suddenly threw back his head, opened his wide mouth, and let out a sky-piercing roar.
His eyes bulged with pain, the whites filled with blood vessels, and veins protruding wildly from around his eye sockets.
Pain!
Too painful!
The Poison of Kalahala, like killer bees, clambered over his colossal body, inflicting excruciating agony.
Sindura’s fists clenched tight.
He gritted his teeth, and the crown on his head suddenly flashed brilliantly, releasing infinite gusts of wind from his upturned mouth.
Boom!
A terrifying storm exploded from his body, and under the fierce winds, the Kalahala monsters were immediately blown away.
"Whew!"
"You think you can defeat me?"
Sindura violently lowered his head, taking a deep breath.
His enormous body, with eyes like great suns, shone with blinding light, scanning over the dodging Vimanas and the small Indra below.
The next moment, Sindura laughed.
"Humph humph humph~"
"You think I’m unaware of your tricks?"
"I’ve been prepared all along!"
"It seems now that’s all you have, little tricks that can’t even hurt me!"
"Hahaha!"
Sindura’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Next!"
"Feel my power!"
Having said this, the crown atop Sindura’s head suddenly burst forth with an unparalleled brilliance.
The seven pillars of the crown, like seven golden Naga Kings, slowly slithered, entwining like a prison, from which a dark-robed figure emerged.
Whoosh!
An inexplicable force of decay was suddenly released from within.
This force, invisible and traceless, seemed to emerge naturally from within.
Inside Brahmaloka, the pure and sacred air promptly vanished, lotuses withered, petals decayed, turning into rotten leaves.
The nine-layered Golden Divine Ship, Vimanas, also dimmed, its radiant Divine Light disappearing, and the once swiftly escaping Divine Ship slowed down more and more.
"Not good!"
"This power..."
Antaka’s heart sank.
Feeling the pervasive force around him, he immediately recognized its familiarity.
"Jyeshta!"
Indra slowly looked up, murmuring.
In his gaze, the brilliant crown was reflected.
Within that golden crown, shaped like a Naga, the figure of Jyeshta was clearly trapped, her expression blank as she obeyed Sindura’s command, unleashing her own power.
Boom!
The entire Brahmaloka had sunk into decay, transforming into a scene of desolation.
"Indra!!!"
Sindura’s eyes shone with a brilliant light.
Two beams of Divine Light descended in an instant, shining upon Indra’s body.
The next moment, the glow from his crown flickered once again, accompanied by an enthusiastic bellow of a bull, as a cloud of red mist suddenly rose behind Sindura.
Crash!
An innumerable host of golden-armored soldiers, like the waters of the milky ocean, descended mightily.
Indra blinked.
"Jyeshta!"
"She’s been controlled, and it’s not just her!"
"There’s a bull, too!"
Indra’s gaze grew sharp.
He looked at the swarm of golden-armored soldiers and the vast red figure moving across the sky.
"Something’s wrong!"
Indra muttered to himself.
The wind is tightening, howling!
Heading to Kailash would be better!
This fellow’s power is excessively strong, beyond what even he could currently handle.
Thinking this, Indra immediately looked towards the Vimanas, ready to cover the Vimanas’ retreat.
"Airavata!"
Indra leapt to his feet, landing on Airavata’s back.
The Golden Sun Armor on his body sparkled, emitting streaks of the Poison of Kalahala; his sensory army gathered around him, bows taut and arrows nocked, shooting at the golden-armored soldiers who were flying towards them.
"Hahaha!"
"See, this is my power!"
"You won’t escape!"
Sindura’s expression was one of excitement as he slowly raised his right hand and swung it forward.
Whoosh!
With the movement of his powerful arm, another tall figure appeared above his crown, precisely Wind God Vayu, who was hypnotized by him.
Wind God Vayu stood within the colossal crown.
His pair of large arms swung into action.
Crash!
A stream of snow-white air flow surged immediately, like white frothy waves splashing up, transforming into thousands of snow-white heavenly steeds in mid-air.
The heavenly steeds surged forward, crashing thunderously!
Boom!
The heavenly steeds galloped through the air, sweeping through Brahmaloka, mixed with countless withered lotuses, grinding them to ash, forming pitch-black hurricanes swirling in all directions.
"!!!"
Indra cast a sideways glance and was immediately at a loss for words.
Everyone in his Heavenly Realm was under Sindura’s Mind Control Technique.
Whoosh!
He furrowed his brow, took a step forward and shielded himself from the boundless storm.
"Hmm!"
Sindura let out a smug chuckle.
Got him!
But the next instant, the terrifying pitch-black storm disappeared.
The Divine Armor on Indra’s body flickered with light!
