Let alone how shocked the members of the cabinet were, on the battlefield, as the Candle Dragon revealed its form and its enormous body.
The upper gods of the Yaksha tribe, however, were overjoyed rather than alarmed. Not only were they not afraid, but they charged forward with excited roars.
They were extremely fast and skilled in close combat, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived below the Candle Dragon.
Looking at the Candle Dragon's massive body and feeling its powerful aura, they seemed to see a feast, eager to devour it.
The frenzy of the Yaksha tribe startled the hidden gods.
"The Yaksha are all berserkers! Are they tired of living?"
"This is suicide, but it's also a good chance to test the Candle Dragon's strength."
"I hope it has some power, otherwise, this fisherman will be too bored."
"Die, die, the more you die, the better. It would be best if both sides were seriously injured."
"Huh, why has the sky turned dark?"
"..."
The gods looked up at the sky in confusion, trying to find the sun, but saw only countless stars twinkling.
Is it nighttime?
But that's not right!
It was daytime just a moment ago, how could it suddenly become night?
The gods were all bewildered, their minds filled with doubts. In their eyes, this change was abnormal and signaled a major upheaval.
Some gods pondered, "Is Blue Star about to completely transform?"
"No! Blue Star's origin has not changed, it is still transforming, it should take a few more days," a god said with confusion.
The sudden transition from day to night on Blue Star felt incredibly strange and abnormal, and abnormality often implies disaster.
Many gods were filled with dread and had already retreated. Only the main gods, although unable to enter Blue Star, could observe its changes from afar.
Therefore, they did not avert their gaze and continued to watch everything.
They wanted to see what kind of change this was.
The thirty Yaksha were also stunned for a moment.
Why had the sky turned dark?
But they quickly gave up thinking about it, for the Candle Dragon was right in front of them.
"Everyone, kill!"
"Finally, I get to fight, I'm so excited!"
"Charge!"
Ye Dao, with excitement, brandished his divine blade and unleashed a divine battle technique. His body glowed with a golden-red light as he charged towards the Candle Dragon.
The other Yaksha were not to be outdone, unleashing their strongest ultimate moves.
The Candle Dragon lowered its head slightly and opened its eyes.
*Humph!*
The night receded, and the golden crow rose in the east.
The countless stars vanished, and daylight returned.
The Yaksha were stunned for a moment, not understanding why it was light again, but they didn't dwell on it and charged forward.
The Candle Dragon lowered its head and exhaled a shallow breath.
"Creation God's Wind!"
*Boom!*
The exhalation transformed into a divine wind that swept across the heavens and earth, enveloping the Candle Dragon.
*Bang!*
The wind formed a barrier, blocking the attacking Yaksha.
Ye Dao's blade struck the barrier with a clang, and he was repelled, his arms numb.
The other Yaksha experienced the same, some even being flung backward.
"I don't believe it, how can it be so powerful?" Ye Dao continued to slash, his blade even chipping.
Ye Ming also looked dejected, "Hasn't Blue Star transformed yet? Why is this dragon so strong?"
Ye Dao pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of the opponent's body merging with its clones.
He slapped his head, "I understand now, this is the merging of the opponent's clones. It's normal that we can't defeat it."
"But, what do we do now?"
"Retreat!"
"We're not going to fight anymore?"
"We're battle-maniacs, not fools. We won't do anything suicidal."
"Alright!"
As they were about to retreat, the Candle Dragon moved.
With a gentle flick of its tail, space itself cracked.
Streams of spatial turbulence poured into Blue Star, destroying everything.
This scene made the pupils of the gods constrict.
Blue Star was now a top-tier upper god realm, and even the power of an upper god could not shatter space.
Therefore, they could almost confirm that the Candle Dragon before them possessed the power of a main god. 138 Reading Network
Damn it!
Many gods cursed inwardly.
If you are comparable to a main god, how can we fight?
The gods who had harbored the thought of being a fisherman now put aside their intentions and focused on watching this grand spectacle.
They were waiting, wanting to see how the Candle Dragon would deal with the Yaksha.
The gods glanced at the sun again.
They now understood that the opponent could control the cycle of day and night, but it seemed to have no damaging effect.
Suddenly!
The gods' pupils contracted, their faces filled with surprise.
All the sunlight in the sky rushed into the spatial rifts.
With a dragon's roar from the Candle Dragon, the spatial turbulence coalesced into a river, and at a visible speed, it formed a world.
Inside this world, chaos reigned, but as infinite sunlight poured in, a small sun formed in the sky, and the world became somewhat stable.
The Candle Dragon closed its eyes, and night fell. The moonlight was bright, and the lunar essence also fell into the small world, forming a moon.
With both the sun and moon present, the world stabilized.
This was not yet complete. The Candle Dragon blew a breath, and wind appeared in the world. It spat out water, and oceans formed...
Under the astonished gaze of the gods, in a mere few minutes, they witnessed the birth of a world.
Although this world was extremely weak, it was indeed a complete world.
Its internal laws were complete and could sustain life.
The gods were stunned, whether they were upper gods or main gods, they were all dumbfounded.
"I understand, this is the legendary Candle Dragon. When it closes its eyes, it's night, when it opens them, it's day, its breath is wind..."
"But it's a clone merger, how can it possess the abilities of the Candle Dragon?"
"Incredible, our clan's homologous merging skill doesn't have this ability."
"Is it not a homologous merger?"
"It's possible he's just special."
"..."
The gods began to chatter amongst themselves.
The small world was formed.
The Candle Dragon turned its head to look at the Yaksha, and then, through space, its gaze fell upon the Yaksha army tens of thousands of miles away.
"You invaded my human race. Because your intentions were pure, I was pleased, and thus I shall seal your powers and imprison you for three thousand years as a warning!"
As the words fell.
Powerful gusts of wind began to rise from the ground.
These winds were invisible, and only when they swept up the Yaksha army did the gods realize there was wind.
They retreated repeatedly, fearing they would also be swept away.
"Seal!"
With a soft cry, the wind entered the Yaksha, sealing all their power.
The Yaksha were enraged but helpless, unable to even struggle, watching their powers sealed.