Mahadeva

Meanwhile, the Duryodhana also saw the light soaring into the sky. Although they didn't know what had happened, even a fool could see that the enemy was about to succeed.

"Good heavens, have I assembled a bunch of incompetent idiots?!"

However, the next moment, just as that golden ray of light was about to touch the sky, the world changed color in an instant. The azure sky was instantly replaced by dark clouds, thunder roared, and the sun in the sky seemed to be bleeding, radiating a suffocating heat.

The dark clouds transformed into a giant hand, forcefully suppressing the golden light.

It was a pitch-black object, and no one could see what it was, not even Arjuna and Karna.

Immediately afterwards, the seemingly indestructible city walls, the walls built by the people under Maya's guidance, scattered like snowflakes at that moment.

The light of gold, silver, and bronze dimmed instantly, becoming ashen like ashes. The city walls were destroyed in an instant, and the dark figure only paused for a moment. In that instant, Arjuna and Karna saw what it was.

It was a jet-black arrow, burning with a flame as deep as the night sky.

The arrow was aimed directly at Kama. Although Maya could not see the arrow, the force of it made him feel as if he were in an ice cellar. He would never forget the moment when the Tripura he had built, the city that had defended against the gods, was torn apart by his arrow.

"Mahadeva!"

A jet-black arrow pierced the sky, pointing directly at Kama in the center of the altar. The ceremony was interrupted, and Kama suddenly opened her eyes, immediately seeing the suffocating threat.

Familiar flames, carrying sharp arrows.

Clang!

The white blade clashed with the arrow, and jet-black flames erupted and scattered, engulfing the entire altar. Maya and the others' hearts leaped into their throats.

A flash of light appeared amidst the flames, its Beginning and End imbued with the Flames of Shiva. With a flick of the blade, the flames, like battle flags or water droplets, were flung around.

Above the sky, Indra chuckled.

"Finally, you're willing to make a move? The main course is finally served. Alright, what's next?"

Bai Mo stood before Kama, slowly sheathing his sword, gazing at the god who had shot the arrow into the distance. The flames beneath his feet, a scene resembling the end of the world, all pointed to the identity of the god who had fired the arrow.

Of the Trimurti, Shiva is the god of destruction.

"Great opportunity! Charge!"

"Duryodhana!" roared the king, and the other kings rushed forward. The city walls had been breached, and a clear path lay ahead. The fastest of them all was a man who had gained divine power. He conjured up whirlwinds and tried to rush into the city. Once these whirlwinds entered, their terrifying power would tear houses apart and kill countless people.

Bai Mo slowly raised his finger, and a golden light flashed. The man who had taken the lead was instantly decapitated. The Sword of Victory was not fired; instead, a dazzling golden wheel floated in the air above the man's corpse.

Then, two beams of light appeared. Facing Sweetness City was a burly man dressed in animal skins, resembling a wild man. He held a trident, and a black snake was coiled around his neck. He exuded an imposing aura without being angry.

On the other side, needless to say, was Vishnu, whom Kama had just seen.

At this moment, almost everyone in humanity felt a chill run down their spine. This tiny Sweetness City —did it really warrant the involvement of two powerful figures?

Of the Trimurti, apart from Brahma, the other two have descended, and they seem poised to clash at any moment.

"Mahadeva, why are you stopping the ceremony? If you are the one obstructing the Dharma, then I will show no mercy!"

Vishnu spoke sternly, but Shiva shook his head and replied to Vishnu:

"Narottama, I am not here to hinder the establishment of the Dharma. I stand here only because I am the god of asceticism, the lord of Yoga. You have no right to fight me. Put down your Divine Wheel; now is not the time for me to destroy the world."

Upon hearing Shiva's words, Vishnu frowned slightly. He glanced at Kama and Bai Mo behind him, his lips moving as he said, "O foreign savior, Mahadeva is a god of truth. Remember, sincerity can move him."

Shiva strode forward. The army of Duryodhana and his men wanted to enter the city, but seeing the four figures standing at the gate, no one dared to take a step forward.

For standing before them were Karna, the great archer; Bhima, son of the wind god; Arjuna, son of Indra; and Vishnu.

Before the altar, Kama stared at the man with a mixture of fear and resentment. Even now, facing Kama brought back painful memories of the past.

"Shiva..."

She said this, but her body subconsciously took a step back, not daring to look Shiva in the eye. A figure blocked Kama's path; Bai Mo stood between the two gods, blocking Shiva's way.

"Generally speaking, uninvited guests rarely come with good intentions, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shiva paused for a moment, then nodded.

"You came here because you stopped Draupadi from making a wish in his past life? It seems not, this kind of thing shouldn't have anything to do with Kama."

Upon hearing Bai Mo's question, Shiva shook his head.

"That kind of thing is still on track, and it's not worth me coming here. I'm here only because of Kama."

Upon hearing Shiva's words, Kama was immediately stunned, and instead felt a nameless anger rising within him.

"Because of me? No, get this straight, I was the one who got burned to ashes! I was a victim too, so what kind of person are you to come looking for trouble for no reason!"

"Because I am the god of asceticism, and you are the one who interferes with asceticism."