Above the Asura army.
Antaka stood suspended in the void, his hands lightly gripping a scarlet blindfold, sensing the approaching Gandharva Army.
The howling wind whipped continuously, blowing his cloak-like black headscarf.
He had endured years of arduous cultivation.
His goal was to capture all the Devas in one swoop, and now that his goal was within reach, he grew increasingly impatient, his patience worn thin.
He was determined to settle the cosmos in this battle!
"Attack!"
"Kill them!"
Shua!
Antaka abruptly raised his hand toward the front and let out a roar.
The Asura army surged forth with a rumble, like a tide of black water, mixed with various demons. These huge, green-skinned creatures were terrifying to behold, some soaring like pterosaurs, others resembling centaurs, relentless in their charge.
Rumble!
The clouds above roiled, casting a dark reddish glow.
A deafening thunderclap descended, and with a flash of lightning, a figure descended from the sky.
