Great Siming (Thanks to Piemon912 for the Alliance Leader)

Heavy shadows flew out of the gate of flesh and calamity like meteors. For some reason, they felt like locusts blotting out the sky, descending with plague.

Huai Shi instinctively took a deep breath, then sneezed.

He began sincerely missing "Big Dog Mode." It might not have treated him like a person, but at least it had a wide-area damage skill like "Molten Iron Spit."

If one mouthful was not enough, he could spit twice. It only cost a little saliva.

When he finally recovered from the shock of having transformed into Great Siming, he instinctively lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Still third rank.

A third-rank Great Siming!

That black-hearted woman Tong Ji had not fooled him after all. She had truly accomplished such an astonishing miracle.

Upon his soul, divinity that was too violent and cold blazed in majestic operation, forming a solemn crown and bringing waves of burning pain.

A soul that had not undergone a complete qualitative change could not bear its power.

Huai Shi should have been incinerated in an instant, yet the divinity composed of pure death had never caused him any harm.

Even without a vessel of Abyssal calamity to bear that burden in his place.

It was as natural as moving his own arm.

With a mere thought from Huai Shi, the divinity enveloping his soul would instantly trigger the fourth-rank Source Matter transformation, whether it was warm, gentle vitality or violent, cold death.

It was like stuffing an F1 racing engine into an AE86—perhaps even more extreme than that.

For one instant, Huai Shi almost thought the jet combat engine of the "Throne Angel" had possessed him again. As long as he casually twisted the throttle, he would unleash enough power to shoot into the Sky Dome.

His explosive