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"Could it be… I missed my shot?"
Indra looked down, lost in thought.
He recalled the Helakela light that had shot out from his divine armor.
His poisoned light had been fired at the Jīnchuáng several times in succession, and although they all landed accurately on the Jīnchuáng's body without touching Narasimha, it was normal for Narasimha to subdue the Jīnchuáng and get tainted with Helakela.
"The Jīnchuáng was placed on Narasimha's knees, and Helakela was transferred to the Jīnchuáng through Narasimha, breaking all conditions for the blessing!"
"Turns out, I've actually stolen a kill!"
Indra felt a surge of joy in his heart.
Narasimha bore the poison of Helakela and only his face turned blue, truly worthy of being an incarnation of Vishnu; if it had been any ordinary Devas or Asura, they would have died long ago.
He truly is formidable!
Indra coughed lightly twice, raised his hand to reveal his palm, and slowly walked towards Narasimha.
