"Mahisha!"
Indra strode forward, chasing after him.
...
Thud! Thud! Thud!
At this moment, Mahisha was galloping through Kailash at full speed, his hooves pounding against the snow-covered ground.
As he ran, he twisted his bovine head to glance behind him. Seeing no one in pursuit, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Hmph, hmph, hmph!"
"Shui Chi!"
"You've ridden me as your steed once, twice—do you think there can be a third time?"
"Absolutely impossible! Utterly impossible!"
"I'm leaving!"
Mahisha bolted like the wind.
His massive, jet-black form stirred up whirlwinds and showers of snowflakes as he swept through the snowy mountains, barreling straight down the slope.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Before long, Mahisha reached a large plateau halfway down the mountain.
A towering Linga, like a colossal pillar, loomed there, emanating waves of powerful energy and barring his path.
Mahisha hesitated for a moment before quickly trying to skirt around it.
