Indra stood erect.
His gaze intense, he stared straight at the Toraga before him, while the large crimson cloak behind him fluttered like a thousand troops, amplifying the sound of his words with its rustling.
Kashigyakya also stood resolutely by his side.
Finished?!
Hearing this, the Toraga glared at the Indra in front of him and instantly flew into a rage.
"What makes you think you can defeat me?"
"On what basis?"
The Toraga growled lowly.
Indra smiled.
Such a question from the Toraga showed how unwilling to accept this he was!
"Because we outnumber you, because we can break your blessings!"
"Kashigyakya, no need to waste words on him!"
"Attack!"
Indra spoke with righteous indignation.
Being able to break their opponent's blessings was a sign of true strength.
Moreover, after this battle, Kashigyakya would ascend to the position of the Heavenly Emperor.
