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There had been a fierce battle at the place. When Indra and Asura arrived, they could only see debris and blood on the ground.
"Your robe is very long, don't let it drag on the ground and get dirty." Asura stopped Indra and whispered with his head tilted to the side.
"Don't worry, you know my abilities." Indra shook his head slightly. "Are you concerned about me, Ashura?"
"It's just to avoid unnecessary accidents," Ashura said stubbornly. "Why are you wearing such inconvenient clothing? It seems like the celestial beings all enjoy this extravagance."
"It's what I thought in my heart, and it turned out like this. You may not understand that our celestial clan and the ghost clan are a little different." Indra raised his sleeves, and the moon-white gauze rose and fell with the movement.
Ashura had a cold expression and said "hmm".
"You've been staring at me for a long time, but you didn't notice that we are surrounded?" asked Indra.
The people of the Ghost Clan were no match for the regular soldiers of the Celestial Clan and had already become part of the corpses scattered all over the ground, while most of the remaining ones were people of the Celestial Clan.
"Nothing to be afraid of." Asura did not take these people seriously, nor did he walk into the pool of blood. He just unconsciously stood in front of Indra.
To those people from the Celestial Clan: "Which tribe are you from?"
The Celestial Clan soldiers exchanged glances for a moment, but no one responded. "Judging from his appearance, could he be the strongest of the Ghost Clan?"
I don't know who brought up his name, the atmosphere kept changing, and the celestial beings were clearly showing vigilance and murderous intent.
"The person next to him has the aura of a celestial being. How could a celestial being be around a ghost clan? Does anyone know him?"
"Are you talking about me?" Indra raised his sleeves and walked in front of Asura. Moonlight was scattered all over his body, his clothes were shining, a smile was on the corner of his lips, and his golden pupils were shining.
"Indra!" Asura clenched his fists nervously, he didn't know why he was nervous.
"This..." Everyone knew it, but no one dared to tell the truth.
"Don't be afraid. He won't do anything to you." Indra comforted them with a gentle and holy smile. "Can you tell me the name of the person who ordered you to start the war?"
No one in the celestial beings spoke, but countless eyes were fixed on Indra. With every step he took, those gazes grew more intense. But the most striking sight was that of Asura, who appeared behind him.
"Indra!" Asura called out again. He wanted him to go back behind him, but he couldn't say anything.
Indra seemed to have not heard, and he did not shy away from the blood and debris on the ground. He stepped on it barefoot, and the tail of his clothes was stained with blood, turning it into an ominous crimson. Every step he took afterwards left a mark of blood.
"Don't be afraid. Fear is useless."
Indra walked up to a soldier and opened his palm towards him. The crack in the palm opened, revealing a golden eye inside.
The soldiers' eyes instantly blurred, as if they had witnessed something utterly terrifying. "Glorious Heaven! It's Glorious Heaven! He has joined forces with the old nobility to control the sacred Thirty-three Heavens!"
"But this is not Trayastrimsa Heaven, it is the ghost realm." Indra said.
"That lord thinks the ghosts are a race of inferior bloodline. They are ugly in appearance and have twisted personalities. They don't deserve to live on this land!"
"Indra, that's enough." Asura interrupted him with a dark face.
"You don't like these words?" Indra stopped the interrogation and asked Asura seriously.
"You think too much. I just think he talks too much nonsense." Ashura said with disdain.
"In essence, the Celestials and the Ghosts are similar, and so are you and I." Indra sighed. "Ashura, I want to tell you that your birth is not lowly, and mine is not noble either."
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