In an instant, Shiva's eyes turned slightly red.
His right hand gripped the Trishula tightly, but the rugged Trishula began to tremble violently at that moment.
Weng~
The Trishula trembled violently, as if the opponent's arrogance had ignited the rage of apocalypse within it.
"I don't want to fight!"
Shiva's eyes were slightly red.
He tightly gripped the violently trembling Trishula.
As the Trishula vibrated, the sound of the Damaru Drum also began to echo.
Dang dang dang dang...
Dang dang~
The sound of the Damaru Drum echoed around, instantly drawing gazes from all directions.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
All gazes looked up, simultaneously turning towards Mahadeva.
At this moment, Shiva's eyes were bloodshot, already raising the indestructible Trishula in his hand, seemingly about to hurl it.
"Could it be that Mahadeva is going to make a move?!"
Sun God Surya swallowed, his body dimming slightly, his heart filled with dismay.
"No way!"
"This child is Mahadeva's son ah!"
