It was obvious; that was exactly the target of the mad elephant.
But the flower girl was utterly terrified by the imposing giant elephant, frozen in place like a sifting sieve.
The dust stirred by the elephant's trunk had already hit the girl's face, and those around feared getting caught in the chaos, not daring to step forward and stop the mad elephant; they had already scattered and fled.
A tragedy was about to happen.
"Watch out!"
At this moment, Siddhartha sprang from the shadow beneath the Bodhi Tree without hesitation, with courage and will that surpassed ordinary people, standing in front of the mad elephant.
It must be stopped!
With only this single thought left in his mind, he suddenly lifted his hands, gripping the trunk with his left hand, supporting the elephant's belly with his right, his feet cracking the ground, his robe billowing like clouds.
"Get back, beast!"
