At a loss to know what to do next, Phra Lak consults his adviser Pipeck.  The wise demon is able to see where Intorachit is hiding, and directs Phra Lak's aim, so that his Plaiwat arrow flies straight to the demon prince's breast, cloaked though he is in clouds.  The shaft sinks home, and all Intorachit's efforts to loosen it are unavailing.  Sobbing in agony as he tugs at the shaft and conscious that his strength is ebbing from him, the demon laments his coming death and the downfall of Longka.

From his chariot Phra Lak aims his Promat arrow, meaning to finish the demon.  Pipeck quickly restrains him.

"Don't shoot, my lord," he calls.  "The blood of Phra Prom flows in Intorachit's veins, and if so much as one :drop falls to the ground, the earth will be consumed by fire.  Let Ongkot fly to heaven to beg from Thada Prom the use of his diamond bowl.  Both the head and blood of Intorachit can be caught in it, and no harm will be done."

So Ongkot is sent on his errand, and in no great time returns with the diamond vessel.

Now Phra Lak fires his Promat arrow at the expiring Intorachit.  With a deafening roar it hurtles heavenward.  It strikes Intorachit squarely, breaking his arms and severing his head from his body.  Ongkot, waiting below the clouds, catches the head and blood, while the demon's body plunges to the earth in the vicinity of the

Jakrawan Mountains.  So ends the life of the mighty Intorachit, second in power only to Totsagan.

In the monkey camp, jubilation knows no bounds.  Phra Ram embraces his brother on being told the good news and in an order of the day commends Phra Lak in the highest terms for his outstanding victory.  Neither is the loyal Pipeck forgotten by his grateful lord.

In Longka, on the other hand, the blackest gloom prevails.  When word of his son's death reaches him, shock and sorrow so strike Totsagan that he appears to age before the eyes of the messenger.  As for Intorachit's mother and his wife Suwanna Kanyuma, their sorrow is inexpressible when they see the corpse of the prince borne into the city.  For a time, Nang Seeda's life trembles in the balance, for Totsagan makes up his mind to execute her immediately by way of revenge and is only dissuaded with difficulty, his advisers urging that such an action can only bring immediate ruin to Longka.  On reflection, Totsagan discovers that this advice is welcome, for despite the intense sorrow he feels at the loss of his son, his desire to possess Nang Seeda has not weakened.

Intorachit's cremation takes place amidst the rain and clouds of Mount Nilagala.  As the flames consume his son's body, Totsagan finds his sorrow giving place to an even deeper hatred of the enemy.  Looking at the grief-lined face of Nang Monto, whose tears for Intorachit flow without cease, Totsagan turns his mind afresh to plans for the defeat of Phra Ram's army.