That was a majestic and imposing phantom, standing between heaven and earth, with a golden halo swirling above its head like a solar ring, and a golden ancient tree rising behind it, blocking out the sun.
"Candle Dragon!"
Taihua said indifferently, "As expected, your consciousness is not here!"
The diving and falling Ancient Dragon seemed oblivious, merely tearing through time and space with force, crashing down.
The aura of destruction surged like a sea tide.
Taihua raised her hands, trying to block the falling world-destroying Ancient Dragon.
This was her duty as the President.
Because the Candle Dragon Venerable was too powerful, they needed three Catastrophes to contain it at Buzhou Mountain.
And as the last Guardian here, she defended all humans in the Ancient God Realm.
Otherwise, once the Candle Dragon descended, all living beings would be slaughtered!
