Shiva's face grew grim, the corners of his mouth pulling down coldly.
His right hand held the Trishula, which he gently shook. The damaru drum tied to it immediately made a throbbing sound, urgent and loud. Even Antaka on the Trishula bared his teeth, as though about to be flung off.
"My lord!"
Parvati stood to one side, murmuring.
Anxiety and tension surfaced on her face as she stared at the damaru drum, wondering whether to remove the little drum from the Trishula.
Shiva stared at Mayu Mountain.
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Swish!
He slowly turned his head to look at the Raggedy Immortal.
At this time, the Raggedy Immortal's face was flushed with rage, as if covered in a layer of red powder, burning fiercely like flames, with severe pain welling up.
"Ahhhh!"
The Raggedy Immortal gritted his teeth and groaned, putting on a display.
