"Charge!"
With Dulantak's fierce shout,
he suddenly grasped the huge pestle with his five fingers, his divine power burst forth, the crimson veins on his large arms swelled and burst, and the searing power erupted like magma spewing from beneath the Earth.
Dulantak's figure spun, rolling up a black wind, and the battle pestle in his hand immediately flew out.
Boom!
His eyes, crimson and nearly ablaze, stared fixedly at Indra ahead.
Back when he was under Brahman, he had been bullied by King of Asura, Bali; and now, having become capable enough to stand on his own, he was still being bullied by the Heavenly Emperor.
Who on Earth didn't know about the Asura of Earth?
The Asura who had completed their harsh training could even beat up the Heavenly Emperor.
Yet before he could go and beat him up, Indra had come to attack them.
He was not willing to accept this!
"Big brother!"
"I'll help you too!"
