"The horse is dead?"
"And it turned into an egg?"
Indra furrowed his brows, suddenly filled with doubt in his heart.
As he was still uncertain, a deep laughter suddenly rang out from above him.
"Hahahaha!"
"Ahahahahaha!"
Antaka covered his face with his hands, slightly bent forward, trembling, and let out a low, excited laugh.
After so many years, he had finally escaped his confinement!
"The Trishula cannot imprison me; I am finally free!"
"Free!"
Antaka was ecstatic.
In the dark Sea of Milk, his dark power was gradually recovering, his strength steadily returning.
He opened his mouth, the corners turned up at an angle.
Now that he was free, he would stay away from Kailash, away from Shiva and Parvati; he would find a place with no one around, to live freely.
Starting from tomorrow, live well!
Face the sea, with spring blossoms!
Bang!
Antaka grinned, clenched his fists, and his power burst forth explosively as he shot towards the surface of the Sea of Milk.
"Hmm?!"
