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Vote for the month!) “Could it be… I missed my shot?”

Indra looked down, lost in thought.

He recalled the Helakela light that had shot out from his divine armor.

His poisoned light had been fired at the Jīnchuáng several times in succession, and although they all landed accurately on the Jīnchuáng’s body without touching Narasimha, it was normal for Narasimha to subdue the Jīnchuáng and get tainted with Helakela.

“The Jīnchuáng was placed on Narasimha’s knees, and Helakela was transferred to the Jīnchuáng through Narasimha, breaking all conditions for the blessing!”

“Turns out, I’ve actually stolen a kill!”

Indra felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Narasimha bore the poison of Helakela and only his face turned blue, truly worthy of being an incarnation of Vishnu; if it had been any ordinary Devas or Asura, they would have died long ago.

He truly is formidable!

Indra coughed lightly twice, raised his hand to reveal his palm, and slowly walked towards Narasimha.

“Let me help you remove the Helakela!”

No sooner had he spoken than the Jīnchuáng’s body, corrupted by Helakela, turned charcoal black and suddenly exploded with a bang.

Boom!

At that moment, the Jīnchuáng’s body exploded instantaneously, glowing luminescently, scattering in all directions, transforming into countless streaks of green and gold divine light, enveloping Narasimha.

Narasimha’s nostrils flared as he breathed heavily.

“Roar Roar Roar!!!”

Narasimha tilted his head back and roared, a terrifying wave of air repeatedly striking in all directions.

Everywhere was impacted by this ferocious power.

The Sun God Chariot rocked violently from side to side, the divine horses neighed, the reins shook uncontrollably, nearly capsizing the chariot as Surya bent over and carefully gripped the chariot’s rails.

“What’s happening?!”

Surya looked down in horror, holding fast to the chariot.

At this moment, Narasimha’s vertical pupils turned a blood-red color, with the look of a predator eying its prey, his gaze piercing through the crisscrossed smog of green and black to settle on Indra.

Indra stood sideways.

He stared intently at the Narasimha before him, their gazes clashing for a split second as if igniting countless flames.

…

Kailash.

Mahadeva Shiva, holding his Trishula, stood amidst a beautiful field of flowers.

Blossoms bloomed in splendor, a vast expanse of endless beauty in myriad colors, reaching the ultimate in loveliness.

With a serene smile, he walked through this sea of Mandara flowers, then paused, gently bent over, and plucked a bunch of the blooming Mandara flowers.

Shiva looked at the flowers in his hand and the corner of his mouth curved lightly, seemingly thinking about his wife, Parvati.

“So beautiful!”

Shiva’s smile was warm.

It was unclear whether he was referring to the Mandara Flower or Parvati.

But the next moment, a thunderous roar reverberated in his ears.

Shiva’s finger trembled, and his third eye on his forehead flickered.

Accompanied by the rustling sound, the Mandara Flower instantaneously turned to ash, scattering with the wind.

With a hint of sadness, he looked up, his eyes reflecting solemnity and concern!

…

Brahmaloka.

Brahma’s arm trembled, almost letting go of the Vedas Scripture.

The foremost head widened its eyes, its snow-white beard trembling slightly, revealing a look of astonishment.

The other Devas also looked shocked, their hands joined in prayer, worriedly looking towards Brahma.

Even the Creator God, Brahma, was so startled.

What on earth happened?!

“Narasimha has absorbed the Jīnchuáng’s dark forces of pride, bloodlust, anger, and greed, and he has now completely lost his reason!”

“He’s gone mad!”

Brahma declared somberly.

…

Roar roar roar!

Narasimha swung his limbs wildly, his golden hair in disarray, like a frenzied lion, filled with terrifying ferocity as he roared angrily at Indra.

Indra was startled and made a light leap backward.

This lion, with its face poisoned blue, still had so much strength; indeed, it was a worthy incarnation of Teacher Bi!

And he roared with such force, was it because Indra had stolen his kill?!

Roar!!!

The next moment, Narasimha’s terrifying form rushed forward, his arms swinging wildly.

Madly clawing!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

A series of sharp, elongated cold lights instantly shrouded the void as if they could pierce through time and space, swirling all around.

“Indra!”

Surya, clinging to the Divine Chariot, shouted in panic.

This Narasimha could forcibly suppress the Jīnchuáng, who possessed the Power of the Heavens and the Earth Realm Force, beating the Jīnchuáng into exhaustion.

Now, as he attacked, the Heavenly Emperor might have little hope for survival.

In Brahmaloka.

Fire God Agni, Wind God Vayu, and Water God Varuna all widened their eyes, their faces showing panic and worry.

Narasimha has gone berserk; the Heavenly Emperor is in danger!

Whoosh!

The figure of Narasimha darted past, his sharp claws tearing through the air, revealing his silhouette amidst the claw light.

“Thank goodness!

Thank goodness!”

Indra’s voice suddenly rang out.

He looked down at his chest, where the snow-white silk garments he adorned while undergoing arduous cultivation remained intact, as were the Vajra Bodhi beads hanging from his arm.

Seeing this scene, Surya clung to the chariot’s handrail, his face full of shock.

Within Brahmaloka.

The Devas couldn’t help but be startled; the Heavenly Emperor was unharmed.

“Before the great battle, Indra received a blessing from the Protector God, which prevents him from being harmed by it, so Narasimha cannot injure him.”

Brahma said.

Hearing this, the Devas all breathed a sigh of relief.

“With the Heavenly Emperor here, we should be able to hold off this frenzied Narasimha!”

Wind God Vayu said.

“Since Narasimha cannot injure the Heavenly Emperor, with the emperor’s bravery, there should be no problem.”

Fire God Agni also said with a smile.

He obviously had full confidence in Indra’s martial might!

Moon God Soma nodded slowly beside them, in full agreement.

“Great, with the Heavenly Emperor holding off Narasimha, even if he goes berserk, he won’t run rampant to Brahmaloka and charge at us!”

Soma said.

…

In the Milk Sea, within Vighna.

Goddess Lakshmi also stood up nervously, her hands tightly clenched, her face filled with worry.

Her husband Vishnu had personally incarnated as Narasimha to subdue Jīnchuáng, and now, unexpectedly, he had gone mad.

“My husband!”

Goddess Lakshmi said anxiously.

At this moment, the Thousand-headed Serpent King Shesha, flicking his tongues, with a thousand heads shaking, hastily said, “Lady Master, don’t worry, the Supreme Lord will certainly be fine!”

Goddess Lakshmi still looked worried.

Shesha put forth another head, continuing to reassure her, “Even if the Supreme Lord has gone mad, Mahadeva will intervene.”

“But what if my husband is injured?”

Goddess Lakshmi muttered to herself, her pretty face growing more worried.

What she feared was Mahadeva taking action and hurting Vishnu.

“Lady Master, rest assured!”

“Mahadeva and the Supreme Lord are inseparable; he will definitely take good care of the Supreme Lord.”

Shesha prompted another head, smiling as he spoke.

Hearing this, Goddess Lakshmi’s expression momentarily hardened, her gaze displeased as she glanced at the insensitive Shesha.

“Shesha, don’t you think you’ve got too many tongues!”

Hmph~

Goddess Lakshmi huffed softly, said.

…

Roar roar roar!

The eyes of Narasimha Narayana were blood-red, and his sharp claws flailed desperately, bringing forth a terrifying cold light that was heaven-quaking, landing upon the figure before him.

But…

It was all in vain!

The claws were as gentle as a breeze, like the playful batting of a kitten’s paws.

At that moment, the voice of Brahma, reaching from the distant Heaven, came into Indra’s ears.

“Indra!”

“Narasimha has now fallen into madness, detain him, don’t let him destroy everything.”

The voice of Brahma echoed for a long while.

So that’s how it is!

Indra had an epiphany.

He turned his head, staring into the blue lion-like face of Narayana.

At that moment, the power of Helakela was spreading within Narayana’s body although the speed was not fast, still pulsating around his neck.

It seemed that to subdue Narasimha, he needed to add more Helakela.

Moreover, he needed even greater strength!

Indra spread his arms wide, took a deep breath, and the chakras within his Divine Body surged, gradually merging with the Heavenly Realm.

The Power of the Heavens returned, and Divine Power surged like a volcano!

Power!

His invincible strength had returned!

The surging power brought him internal ecstasy.

Under the influence of this unceasing strength, joy surged in Indra’s heart, erupting like a volcano.

“Hahahaha!”

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