Sensing that White Night Yaksha had already been taken out, Indra, who was presumably charging up on the Primal Star, sighed.
"That guy... he sacrificed himself too early."
Then, a wave of killing intent rose from behind him, making Indra shudder.
Before Indra could fully turn around, a small fist carrying power far beyond that of a dragon slammed viciously into the side of his half-turned face.
"Boom—!!"
In an instant, Indra's body trembled under the heavy blow to his face, and he was sent flying as if dozens of rocket launchers had been strapped to him.
Empowered by that overwhelming force, Indra blasted through countless mountain peaks. The shockwave he dragged along even plowed a deep trench into the ground outside, kicking up dust everywhere.
As if history were repeating itself, the man revered as the Neng Heavenly Emperor was once again buried headfirst in the soil, with only his legs sticking out and twitching...
"I'm perfectly alive! Who are you calling sacrificed, you big-headed idiot?!"
Though she had been stripped of Solar Sovereignty, White Night Yaksha had gained the chance to beat up the Twin Goddesses of Creation and End. Having gotten by fairly well in Dystopia, she snorted as she watched the Divine King fly away.
"White Night Yaksha... you're not dead?!"
Indra, whose body was unquestionably tough, crawled out of the ground in utter shock.
"Of course not!"
Following someone's orders, White Night Yaksha had come to recruit Indra and persuade the gods and demons of the third level to contribute their homeland in order to resist the Decadence Wind. She grabbed the mud-covered Divine King and charged toward the Boundary Gate leading to the third level of Little Garden.
"Come with me. The organization needs you!"
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?! Let go