A river was set in motion, terrifying in its force, flowing with the might of the Mandakini. Its waters surged, strengthening the ranks of demons and spirits, and the river became dreadful to cross for those who sought escape, for it flowed with blood. Amidst this chaos, the foremost hosts of Apsarases led away the fallen heroes, those who had bravely faced death in battle and had been slain. Then the thousand-eyed Indra took up his great bow and released a volley of arrows. He hurled these arrows at Purandara, the one adorned with peacock feathers. Both warriors struck each other with arrows, swift and tipped with gold, their combat fierce. Indra shot at the king of the Daityas, and Andhaka observed this contest. With devastating power, Indra reduced his enemies to ashes, as fire consumes mountains. Leaping from his chariot, Indra stood firmly on the ground, his arms strong and surrounded by allies. Having turned his foes to ashes, he approached Andhaka wielding his thunderbolt. Yet the mighty Andhaka struck down his adversaries and roared loudly, raining blows upon them, driving them back, and advancing toward Shatakratu. Andhaka struck down the lord of elephants, shattering him with mighty blows. Taking the thunderbolt in his hand, he entered Amaravati. Indra, in turn, struck down his enemies with his foot, fist, and other blows. The best of the gods rushed at Prahlada, intent on killing him. But Prahlada, the swift son of Hiranyakashipu, stood ready, his bow bent. Having shattered his enemies, Prahlada hurled a staff, terrifying to the worlds. He blazed like the fire of destruction, as if to burn the three worlds. In distress, the gods cried out, "Alas, Prahlada has been struck down by Yama!" But Prahlada assured them, "Do not be afraid; while I am here, who is this vile enemy of the gods?" He let out a mighty roar, like a thundercloud in the rainy season. The chiefs of the Daityas and Dānavas, delighted, gave cries of approval. Yama, finding Prahlada's power unbearable and impossible to withstand, vanished from sight. The mighty Prahlada began to tear apart the army of the gods on every side. With his mace, Prahlada struck, and Virocana came against him. He struck the lord of waters with clubs and even with stones. Rushing forward, the strong one bound the maddened elephant with nooses. As he approached Varuṇa, Nārada seized him in the midst. Prahlada trampled the lords of the waters and their mounts with his feet. Drawing near, he struck with arrows that tore through bodies. The wicked one, moving with great speed, repeatedly trampled the lord of the waters under his feet. Touching the ground with his feet and the heads of his enemies with his hands, the mighty one tossed them up. He uprooted Virocana, along with his elephant, its driver, and mount, and hurled them into the sky. The city, with its battlements, gates, and palace grounds, shone like the sun with its beautiful rays. Then a supreme cry, released by the Daityas, resounded, equal to the thunder of clouds. "Prahlada, you and the others—Jambha, Kujambha, and the rest—protect yourselves, joining with Andhaka," came the call. He bound his foes with a noose and struck them down with a mace, just as Mahendra slays the sacrificial beast at the horse-sacrifice. They rushed swiftly at the Lord of Waters, like moths toward a blazing sacrificial fire. But the Lord of Waters, brandishing his mace, drove away those enemies led by Jambha.