Pfft—!!
Just as Prakash's palm was about to touch the golden Wine Pot, it seemed to be startled by something and suddenly shot upward!
Prakash grabbed at empty air.
Prakash: ...
It could run away on its own? This Holy Grail really was sentient!!
Seeing that Prakash had failed to seize the Holy Grail, the other agents all breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, they also realized that the greatest obstacle on their path to obtaining the Holy Grail was Prakash.
Prakash was Vishnu's agent, one of India's three supreme gods. The rank of his divine realm alone was enough to crush everyone present. He ranked fourth among the Ten Imperial Predecessors in overall combat strength. Against someone of his level, they stood almost no chance in a one-on-one fight.
"The time for the divine marks to flare up is almost here. Let's kill him together first!!" one agent shouted.
The moment those words were spoken, the agents locked in the melee instantly reached an agreement and attacked Prakash in the sky at the same time. Countless divine realms surged toward him like a roaring tide.
Prakash's expression turned incomparably grave!
He had been circling the edge of the battlefield, minimizing his presence precisely to avoid being besieged like this. He had finally found an opportunity to seize the Holy Grail, only for it to fly away on its own... The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
He glanced back at the golden Wine Pot spinning through the air behind him, determination appearing in his eyes.
As long as he could obtain the Holy Grail, what did it matter if he had to pay a price?!
"You're courting death!" Prakash roared at the agents charging at him from all directions, bloodshot veins creeping into his