"Jīnchuáng, you truly are the King of Asura, easily seeing through my strategy!"
Indra, with a stern face, nodded earnestly.
Jīnchuáng clenched his teeth, his expression one of shock and anger, his eyelids twitching like tightly drawn bowstrings while his fists were clenched even tighter, trembling non-stop.
Now, capturing Indra was not a problem.
The problem was the time it would take to capture him!
With the Amrita's powerful blessing on the gods and the fact that this place was in the Heavenly Realm, he had time to capture Indra, but he feared the Earth might have already been turned inside out.
Even more so because his son, Poluo Keluota, had already fallen into the hands of the Heavenly Emperor.
Finally, Jīnchuáng lowered his head and relaxed his hands.
"What do you want?!"
Jīnchuáng asked coldly.
Hearing this, a slight smile appeared on Indra's lips and a glint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He had actually given in!
