Zhang Yang's power had reached at least the level of a Creator God.
But there was a problem.
Zhang Yang was an ordinary human. Had he really become a Creator God through practicing magic?
Wasn't that complete nonsense?
Wait. If it wasn't nonsense, then something had to be wrong somewhere!
Something had gone very wrong!
Had the genes of Earth's people mutated?
As it turned out, after seeing what Zhang Yang had done, the Celestial Ancestors had reacted exactly as he had said they would.
They were afraid.
After all, only now did the Celestial Ancestors understand what kind of person their enemy was.
The hell he was an ordinary human. He was a Creator God!
Throughout the Multiverse,
every living being knew
that apart from the Pre-Retcon Beyonder, no other being had ever reached the level of a Creator God.
Yet Zhang Yang had reached it.
Even with all their knowledge, the Celestial Ancestors couldn't determine what kind of Creator God Zhang Yang was. In other words, they couldn't tell what his powers were.
That realization filled them with dread.
They finally seemed to understand why Infinity had ordered every member of the Celestial Ancestors to come to Earth.
Originally, they had thought they were merely going to deal with the beings on Earth.
Sending nine members would have been more than enough.
But Infinity had been certain. She had firmly ordered every member of the Celestial Ancestors to descend.
At first,
the Celestial Ancestors had thought she was making a fuss over nothing.
Now they understood.
This was no fuss over nothing.
Hell,
judging by what Zhang Yang had just done, whether all the Celestial Ancestors together could defeat him was still an open question!
Fear. Yes, genuine fear.
A moment ago,
the Celestial Ancestors had inflicted fear