"Indra, every drop of the Immortal Nectar you drank, I will make you vomit it out!"
Ming River, holding the Killing Sword, exuded an overwhelming aura.
"Golden Eyes, do you really think I am easy to bully?"
Watching Ming River charge at him, the Heavenly Emperor Indra, with his newly enhanced strength, let out a cold snort.
He wielded the Vajra Pestle, mounted on his extraordinary Six-tusked White Elephant.
Behind Indra, the Heavenly Gods were brimming with confidence, filled with an unwavering belief in victory and a fierce fighting spirit.
Opposite them, the Asura King "Golden Eyes" Ming River rode his white divine steed "Gao'er," swift as lightning.
On his eerily handsome face, he wore a disdainful and arrogant cold smile.
"Come and fight!"
"Kill!!!"
There was no superfluous talk, only the purest intent to kill and fight.
