Heavy black shadows, like meteorites, flew out from the gateway made of flesh and disaster. For some reason, it felt like a plague of locusts descending from the sky.
Huai Shi instinctively took a deep breath and then sneezed.
He began to miss the "Great Dog Mode" from the depth of his heart. Although it wasn't human, at least it had wide-range damage skills like "Iron Slag Spit."
One spit wasn't enough, two would do, wasting only a bit of saliva.
When he snapped back from the shock of transforming into the Great Priestess, he instinctively looked down at his hands.
Still in the Third Stage.
Third Stage Great Priestess!
Tong Ji, that black-hearted woman, hadn't deceived him; she really accomplished such an incredible miracle.
From atop his Soul, the excessively violent and cold Divine Nature shimmered and turned into a solemn Crown, bringing waves of burning sensation.
A Soul that hasn't completely transformed cannot bear its Power.
