Indra truly felt his divine body grow slightly stronger.
Beneath his golden-hued divine body, endless blood flowed like the Ganges River, every tendon pulsing like the King of the Nagas, filled with the vitality of life as if numerous Gandharvas were calling out.
Though the growth of the divine body wasn't significant, there was growth nonetheless!
"Not bad,"
Indra thought to himself.
Merely piling up stats was of little use, slightly better than nothing.
Now it was the era dominated by those with unique mechanisms.
Amidst various blessings, his high stats couldn't inflict any damage, and the Asuras were completely unharmed; in fact, they got tougher. What previously took one punch from an Asura to withstand, he could now endure two.
In some sense, this was also a form of progress!
"I have partaken in the Holy Communion, next, let's wait for our victory,"
Indra said.
He was ready to confront Mara Asura!