Shush!
The ropes of the Righteous Law Net emitted a radiant glow, flickering uncertainly.
In an instant, one of the ropes within the net absorbed the wrathful aura and immediately turned crimson.
Indra raised his hand with a gesture.
The net swiftly floated towards him and landed in his hands.
The moment he grasped it, a nameless rage sprouted in his heart, but he controlled himself, and his Brow Chakra shone brightly, containing it.
At this moment, apart from the rope representing "desire" in pink-purple, another rope of red for anger added further brilliance to the net.
"Anger, huh?"
Indra muttered softly.
This guy sure has a temper!
He couldn't help but glance at Rushitan, whose fury was considerably immense, even more potent than the typical Asura.
It seems Xīmí had taught well!
Meanwhile, Indra looked at the net in his hands.
