Whoosh!
Kashigyakya held the flexible blade in his hand, straddling a five-colored peacock, his body following a red-crowned rooster. He surged into the crowd of demons with an overwhelming momentum.
Clatter!
His flexible sword danced in his hand, like fireworks, cutting rifts through the void.
Indra followed like a shadow.
The Maya Illusion Power surged around him, enveloping everything in an instant like a mirage.
In an instant, the demons opened their wide mouths, their teeth sharp, spewing out foul wind, and lunging towards Kashigyakya with their claws, yet they all subconsciously ignored the position a dozen steps behind Kashigyakya, now startlingly empty.
Indra's gaze remained calm as he looked up.
He saw Kashigyakya swinging the flexible blade, its tip shimmering with a cold light, slicing through the demons' flesh and shattering it.
"Well done!"
Indra shook his head.
This disciple of his seemed to be improving in strength amid the battle.
Whoosh!
