Chapter 859 The Cursed Plague!

• With a single sweep of the elder’s hand, the candles that had been burning went out at once. The room, lit only by candles, plunged into pitch-black darkness, dull and lightless.
• But the next moment, the elder grunted and flicked his hand again. This time, they could see it clearly—tiny sparks spilled from his palm and leapt onto the snuffed candles. In an instant, the whole room blazed back to life.
• Seeing this, the middle-aged man lit up. “Congrats, Father. Your fire art just leveled up. If I’m not wrong, you’ve stepped into the God-Transformation realm, right?”