"This spear is yours for now."
After a long silence, Indra could only honestly hand over the Brahma-Indra Spear he held.
In a situation that was infinitely close to a one-on-one duel, even with the Brahma-Indra Spear, he might not have been able to break through Azhdaha's defenses, pierce it, and unleash its power.
"You should retreat for now. Go help me bring Kalki and Mandala over. I'll return the Brahma-Indra Spear once I've dealt with the final trial."
"I have not weakened to the point where I cannot fight—"
The God King, who felt he could still take part in the battle, let out a cold snort, and then...
As though he had encountered something terrifying in the wilderness, a chill shot through his heart like an electric current, catching him completely off guard.
Beneath the canopy of Little Garden, the Demon Dragon that had once belonged to the same pantheon as Indra was staring at its two former comrades with scarlet eyes.
Yes, especially the one who had sealed it twice.
Without support from his pantheon and without a suitable weapon at hand, Indra's face instantly turned green.
But the evil dragon showed no mercy because of Indra's reaction. Azhdaha swung its head, savage killing intent shining from its eerily intelligent eyes, then raised its right claw and slashed downward.
This was not a physical attack, but something that controlled an invisible force.
An overwhelming sense of danger surged into Indra's heart. Recalling certain techniques, he reflexively tried to dodge, but it was too late.
The wings behind the three-headed dragon transformed into Shadow Blades, vanished into the void, and struck straight at him.
"Urgh—!"
The Shadow Blades rapidly filled the God King's vision. Scarlet blood mist spread through the air, leaving a deep wound from his shoulder