Ah!!!
Narada Immortal was taken aback.
He stumbled and was about to flee, but those iron pestles were already smashing toward him.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The densely packed iron pestles filled the sky, pouring down like torrents of rain.
"It's over!"
Narada Immortal exclaimed in shock, hurriedly covering his head and crouching in defense. But at the next moment, he didn't feel the pain on his back.
He slowly turned his head and found himself already inside the chariot.
Around him, the iron pestles were lodged in the chariot, resembling decorative lightning, emitting flashes of light.
"Illusion power?"
"All of this is Maya Illusion Power?"
Narada Immortal muttered to himself, finally realizing, exhaling a long breath of relief.
Fake! It was all fake!
Thinking this, Narada Immortal's heart eased, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Narada Immortal!"
"It's been a long time!"
Indra stood inside the chariot, palms pressed together, smiling as he spoke.
"…"
