We asked you to make tokusatsu films, and you actually became Ultraman?

Seeing Meng Langa suddenly appear, Sirius, who was originally as tall as a person, did not hesitate at all.

His body suddenly surged with blue light, rapidly rising in the light and shining brightly in the night.

In a short moment, he swelled from a human form of less than two meters to a giant form of more than fifty meters tall, standing steadily on the open ground next to the unfinished building, looking at Meng Langa in front of him.

Two enormous structures, each over fifty meters tall, stood facing each other in the old town late at night.

Almost the instant the transformation was complete, Menranga and Sirius launched their attacks simultaneously.

Meng Langa made the first move.

The small red river lantern on its chest suddenly lit up, the flame compressed in an instant, its color changing from warm red to a deep blue, and finally turning into a ball of ghostly blue flame, which it pushed forward fiercely with both palms.

The will-o'-the-wisp wasn't large, but it flew extremely fast, trailing a ghostly blue tail, like a shooting star from the underworld, carrying a chilling aura that didn't belong to this world, and it shot straight toward Sirius.

Wherever the will-o'-the-wisp passed, the moisture in the air instantly condensed, the weeds on the ground frosted over at a visible speed, and even the surrounding temperature dropped by more than ten degrees.

At the same time, Sirius crossed his arms and launched a cross-shaped light dart, the sharp blue light dart spinning as it flew towards the ball of will-o'-the-wisp.

Based on past experience, the cross-shaped light dart is sufficient to cut most energy attacks into pieces.

The expected scene of the will-o'-the-wisp being cut into four pieces did not occur. The moment the cross-shaped light dart hit the will-o'-the-wisp, it actually passed right through it.

It was like a knife slicing through a cloud of smoke, without affecting the will-o'-the-wisp in any way.

On the contrary, the will-o'-the-wisp was unharmed and continued straight toward Sirius after passing through the light dart.

Fortunately, he was prepared to dodge from the very beginning.

Just as the will-o'-the-wisp approached, he suddenly turned to the side, narrowly avoiding it by hugging the edge of the flame.

The will-o'-the-wisp grazed his breastplate, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

Although it was fire, when the will-o'-the-wisp grazed past Sirius's body, Sirius did not feel any heat; on the contrary, he only felt a bone-chilling cold.

That chill wasn't a physical low temperature, but a coldness that emanated from the depths of the soul.

Meanwhile, Sirius's cross-shaped dart continued its flight towards Monanga after passing through the will-o'-the-wisps.

But Meng Langa merely tilted its lantern head slightly, and the cross-shaped dart grazed its shoulder, striking the unfinished building behind it and shattering half of the wall, sending debris flying everywhere.

The cross-shaped light dart was actually dodged by Meng Langa.

Before Sirius could launch another attack, Menglanga, having completed his evasion, had already moved.

Its two arms, which resembled the long sleeves of a shroud, suddenly opened, and its hunched body lunged forward, its entire form like a giant paper figure, pressing down on Sirius in an overwhelming manner.

It was not fast, but it was huge, spreading out and almost blocking out half the sky, carrying a strong smell of burning and paper ash, like a moving paper wall.

Before Menglanga could pounce, Sirius used Mach Movement.

A flash of blue light enveloped him, and he appeared behind Meng Langa in the next second.

Menglanga missed its target, and its massive body staggered forward a few steps due to inertia, its back completely exposed to Sirius.

Sirius did not waste the opportunity; he pulled his right arm back and then slammed it down hard.

"Bang!"

This punch pierced through Meng Lanjia's paper-made body.

The fist sank into its back, the sensation like smashing into a pile of soaking wet waste paper, with a putrid smell of paper ash.

Sirius's fist pierced through its chest, kicking up clouds of paper dust and black smoke.

But when Sirius tried to pull his fist out, he found he couldn't.

The moment Meng Langa's fist passed through him, his wounds began to heal at a visible speed.

The grayish-white sacrificial paper, as if coming to life, surged in from all directions and piled up again, tightly enveloping Sirius's fist within his body.

In less than a second, the hole punched through by the fist had mostly healed, leaving Sirius's fist stuck inside, unable to be pulled out.

"Tsk." Sirius frowned, tugged twice, but it didn't budge.

Before Sirius could make his next move, the broken wooden plaques and nameless memorial tablets stuck in Menglanga's back suddenly moved.

The memorial tablets seemed to come alive, detaching from its back and transforming into long, thin black tentacles with sharp wooden tips. Like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, they reached directly for Sirius's other free hand.

The tentacles moved extremely fast and at tricky angles, clearly intending to take advantage of the fact that one of Sirius's hands was bound to restrict his other hand and completely render him unable to resist.

But Sirius reacted faster.

The Sirius Armor on his right arm suddenly glowed blue, and sharp blades of light swept across the tentacles.

"Sizzle—"

Wherever the light blade passed, the tentacles formed from spirit tablets were cleanly severed, and black smoke and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

The severed tentacle fell to the ground, wriggled a few times like a severed snake tail, and then turned into ashes and disappeared.

Seeing this, Sirius did not hesitate at all.

He knew he couldn't let things drag on any longer; he had to break free of his restraints as soon as possible.

The timer on his chest began to glow faintly, as if trying to release its flash and pull his stuck fist out.

Just as Sirius began to gather his strength, the severed tentacle miraculously grew back.

Black smoke billowed at the break, and new tentacles regrowed at a visible speed. This time, there was more than one, and another spirit tablet next to it also turned into tentacles.

The two tentacles lashed out simultaneously, whistling sharply as they struck Sirius together.

Sirius's timer flash was only half charged, and there was no time to release it.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the timer's flash and suddenly reached out with his left hand. Just as the tentacles were about to strike him, he actually grabbed them with his bare hands.

The tentacles writhed wildly in his palm, a sticky sensation emanating from his hand, like holding two venomous snakes.

The tentacles were incredibly strong, struggling desperately to slip through his fingers or wrap themselves around his arm.

The instant he grabbed the tentacle, Sirius decisively changed his charged attack to a Galactic Fireball.

His energy attributes switched instantly. In contrast to the cold and gloomy aura surrounding Menglanga, scorching flames began to rise around Sirius.

The orange-red flames shone through his skin, turning his silver body a warm red. The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the frost flowers frozen by the will-o'-the-wisp quickly melted away.

Then, six enormous fireballs appeared out of thin air and hovered around him.

Without pausing, under the control of Ultraman's telekinesis, six fireballs slammed directly into Menglanga.

But at that moment, Menglanga's will-o'-the-wisp was also fully formed.

The eerie blue soul fire inside its lantern head suddenly surged, and the red river lantern on its chest also lit up at the same time, transforming into an eerie blue flame barrier.

The moment the six fireballs struck, the ghost fire barrier suddenly opened, and the powerful ghost fire instantly enveloped all six fireballs.

The orange-red fireball was devoured by the ghostly blue flames, and the color changed from warm red to ghostly blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a mere instant, the six fireballs transformed into six ghostly blue fireballs, and under Menglanga's control, they changed direction and hurtled towards Sirius.

"What?!"

Sirius never expected that his Galactic Fireball would be transformed by the opponent.

Caught off guard, he had no time to dodge, and the six ghost fireballs were already flying in front of him.

"boom--!"

The first ghost fireball struck him directly in the chest, the powerful impact exploding instantly. Then came the second, the third... six ghost fireballs hit him in succession, exploding into clusters of eerie blue flames on his body.

Sirius was thrown backward by the enormous impact and fell to the ground.

The hand that was stuck was also freed from Meng Langa's body by the force of the impact.

But the power of the Ghost Fireball is not limited to that.

The eerie blue flames did not dissipate from the explosion; instead, like a persistent affliction, they clung to Sirius's breastplate, continuing to burn and emitting tiny, eerie blue sparks.

Sirius felt the will-o'-the-wisp burning in his chest and was truly at his wit's end.

Dude, it's one thing to turn my flames into will-o'-the-wisps, but how come they also have a burning effect?

Just like the will-o'-the-wisp in Pokémon, if you get burned, right?

Feeling the pain in his chest, Sirius didn't hesitate at all. He rolled away, dodging the follow-up fireballs fired by Menglanga.

The icy, bone-chilling flame struck the ground and exploded with a "boom," spreading out in a ghostly blue light.

The ground wasn't scorched; instead, it was covered with a thick layer of white frost. The surrounding weeds were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, crumbling at the slightest touch.

Menglanga stood still, not pressing its advantage, but simply standing there, as if waiting for Sirius to make his next move.