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Boom! Boom! Boom!
The terrifying thunder roared across the sky, thunder shaking in all directions, like flashing Naga serpents wildly dancing in the dark clouds, splashing into the crimson lava.
At that moment, Antaka stood alone, one-legged.
Where he stood,
The once mighty river had long dried up, transforming into a rolling sea of lava, as if seas had turned to mulberry fields.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bursts of the Power of Asceticism shot out from Antaka's body incessantly.
This Power of Asceticism was a brilliant crimson, shooting out in all directions like lightning, instantly evaporating countless vapors, causing the land to dry up and crack, until it grew so hot that it melted, forming a spreading lake of magma.
"Om~"
"Praise Lord Brahma!"
"Praise Lord Brahma!"
Antaka, standing alone on one leg, mumbled.
