The shadows of countless Maruts flickered and emerged, surrounding his body like spears piercing through leather, straight into the Trishula.
In the next moment, a Vajra Pestle appeared in Indra's hand.
Whoosh!!!
Indra leapt into the air.
The Vajra Pestle in his hand glowed with lightning, like the dawn breaking through the darkness, surrounded by numerous storms, smashing down heavily towards the Iron Skull.
A dull thud was heard, and Iron Skull's head was immediately struck heavily.
The Blessing Force surged, instantly invading Iron Skull's mind.
"Aaaaah!"
Iron Skull roared loudly and instantly collapsed.
Swish!
Indra immediately turned his head and looked at the Heavenly Sun, which had transformed into a white horse. The Heavenly Sun's eyes were blood-red, and the power within its body was continuously increasing and erupting.
"You still want to charge over?"
Indra chuckled lightly.
