Chapter 561: Chapter 477: Big Idea for the Five Great Lakes of Juhlu! (8,000-Word Mega Chapter!)_2
Hmm!
The Fire God Agni expressed his strong agreement.
"Kill them as they come!"
Agni said.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the ground shook violently once more. A colossal chasm thousands of yojanas in length split open in the land of Uttarakuru, as if leading to the underworld.
Indra’s gaze fixed upon the deep dark fissure.
This chasm led straight down into the bowels of the earth!
The very next moment, he glanced sideways at Agni and Vayu.
"You’re spot on!"
"The Asuras are here!"
Indra proclaimed.
As soon as he spoke, from the pitch-black chasm in the midst of Uttarakuru, the Asuras squeezed together like a swarm of dense bees, all swarming out en masse.
The Asuras were almost numberless, covering the sky above.
They clumped together, like wild beasts fleeing for their lives, crazily flying away.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a golden streak of light also charged forward, soaring from the dark chasm into the heavens.
"Ax-wielding Rama!"
Indra murmured.
Ax-wielding Rama’s eyes were blood red, and in his hands, he held the ’Victorious Bow’ that Indra had once given him. Pulling the bowstring, it made a terrifying sound of thunder as it contracted.
Boom!
The sound of thunder reverberated through the sky, deafeningly loud.
Instantly, the Asuras that were close to Ax-wielding Rama all bled from their seven orifices, tears of blood streaming as they plummeted downward.
Splash!
In no time at all, the corpses of the Asuras fell like rain.
"These Asuras have been driven out from underground by Ax-wielding Rama!"
"Let’s help him!"
Indra said.
He immediately became a bolt of lightning, flashing straight upwards.
The Devas followed closely behind.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Devas and the Asuras battled fiercely in the sky, with intense radiance, towering flames, and ferocious tornadoes shooting wildly in all directions.
Under the siege of numerous Devas.
Countless Asura corpses fell, like raindrops of mosquitoes, crashing down with a thud.
Swish!
Indra and the other Devas slowly descended, landing upon the earth.
Endless blood spilled from above, like the Ganges descending from the heavens, wide and endless, pouring down continuously.
Splash!
In the vast and flat expanse of Uttarakuru, the blood formed endless lakes which then merged again, creating a chain of five great Blood Lakes.
Ax-wielding Rama brought his hands together in prayer.
Immersed in these waters of blood, he looked up to the sky, his gaze penetrating the infinite rain of blood as if seeking the Heavenly Realm.
"Father!"
"I have avenged you!"
Ax-wielding Rama muttered.
His father had been slain by soldiers riding divine cows, controlled by Sindura, and for this, he had slaughtered all the Asuras here to avenge his father.
At that moment, Ax-wielding Rama also felt the gaze from behind him.
He slowly turned his head and saw Indra and many other Devas.
"Praise the Heavenly Emperor!"
"Praise the Sun God Surya!"
"Praise the Devas!"
...
Ax-wielding Rama slowly began to speak, emitting a series of sincere praises.
He had previously fought alongside Indra against Sindura, and could be said to have been comrades in battle. Now, fighting alongside the Devas once again, he could be said to have developed quite a bond with them.
Indra’s expression remained calm as he reciprocated the praise.
He stared at Ax-wielding Rama, who was drenched in blood, a sight of crimson red.
"Biluo Saramo!"
"Calm your wrath. Your father, the Agni Ascetic, was skilled in ascetic practices. Even after death entering Yama City for judgment, he will ascend to the Heavenly Realm!"
said Indra.
The eyes of Ax-wielding Rama were blood-red, and the angry red light shone in all directions.
He slowly lifted his head, his robust body standing tall and straight, standing at the edge of the overflowing Blood Lake, his feet submerged in the bloody waters.
The eyes of Ax-wielding Rama were like blood.
He slowly raised his great hand to the sky, and in an instant, the wind surged, and lightning roared.
Boom!
A thunderous clap sounded in an instant.
In the palm of Ax-wielding Rama’s hand, the Thunderbolt Bow manifested, flashing with a pale blue light.
"!!!"
The Devas were startled and couldn’t help but take a step back.
The Sun God Surya widened his eyes.
His gaze intense, the radiance around his body suddenly brightened, filled with wariness toward Ax-wielding Rama before him.
"Has he gone mad again?"
exclaimed the Wind God Vayu, his breath catching in alarm.
The Fire God Agni clenched his hands into fists, a fervent breath wafting from between them.
Hiss!
The Water God Falou took a deep breath, his face full of vigilance.
"This isn’t good!"
"Though he no longer has the Beastmaster’s Treasure, he seems even more powerful than when we last met!"
"The Heavenly Emperor had said before, the Vajra Pestle supports the corner of the earth in the east and is not in hand!"
"Now, how should we subdue him?"
demanded the Water God Falou in a grave voice.
At these words, all the Devas’ faces fell, and they turned their gaze unanimously toward Indra.
Indeed!
The Vajra Pestle of the Heavenly Emperor was not at hand, and blessings were hard to realize. Facing the crazed Ax-wielding Rama again, they feared they could not suppress him.
"Maybe we should retreat!"
suggested the Water God Falou, swallowing hard.
Upon hearing this, Indra’s expression remained unflustered.
He looked intently at the increasingly frenzied Ax-wielding Rama, his heart as still as water.
"Be careful!"
"He’s coming!"
Indra warned.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ax-wielding Rama had already gripped the Thunderbolt Bow, drew the bowstring, forming an Arrow of Lightning, and released it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each pull of the Thunderbolt Bow, bursts of thunder erupted.
The deafening sound waves reverberated in all directions.
In the Three Realms, ’music’ is held in high regard, and the power of sound is immensely strong, even capable of destroying the world.
Rumble!
The thunderclap-like sound of the bowstring vibrated through the air, bringing forth Naga-like arrows of lightning, crackling and dancing, spreading through the space, transforming into wave after wave of pale blue tides, rushing toward the Devas.
