Sukhacara Sage's gaze was intense.
He could tell that the Indra before him seemed to be smiling, but within that smile was even more rage.
This guy was angry!
Sukhacara Sage furrowed his brows and cautiously stepped back twice, always feeling that the Indra before him was very dangerous, exceedingly dangerous.
Without Mahadeva around, this guy had no restraint!
"What on earth do you want to do!"
In a shocked voice, Sukhacara Sage slowly stepped backwards.
"Of course, I want to do what I desire!"
Indra slightly lowered his head, looking at the Vajra Pestle in his hand.
The golden light flickered in his eyes, reflecting the glittering weapon, and he spoke slowly, "Your blessings are good, very good, so I will declare war on you with my power!"
The blessings from this group not only prevented him from descending to Earth but even separated him from Xīmí, and inside Xīmí's belly was a child, Naroga.
He had to let out this raging anger!
Indra lifted his fist.