Bab 543: Chapter 470: The Power of the Garland, Furious Ax-wielding Rama! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_2

The violent wind was like a mud cow entering the sea, all pouring into his Divine Armor.

Whoosh!

Indra clenched his fists.

Standing atop Airavata's head, his blood-red gigantic fist burst forth, with countless wild winds howling and erupting from his knuckles.

"Take it back!"

Indra said in a deep voice.

Black storms surged out immediately, a storm sweeping through, entwining with streaks of crimson lightning, making his figure appear like the Lord of the Storm.

The furious thunderstorm was like Shiva's wrath, descending upon them.

Boom!

The next moment, a crimson arm reached out from the storm and tore the black storm apart.

Sindura stepped forward, crossing through space.

"This can't hurt me!"

Sindura let out a low growl.

The next moment, his massive figure immediately bore down, appearing right in front of Indra.

"The entire Three Realms are now under my control!"

"You can't hurt me either!"

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Sindura laughed aloud.