"Isn't this... a bit exaggerated?"
Huai Shi stood beneath the tall tower, looking up and gazing at the chaotic sight. Instinctively, his eyes widened, and then he felt a burning pain on his eyeballs.
Resonating within his soul—
The massive and complex miracle transformations filled Huai Shi's senses, like countless incomprehensible, yet bizarre and unignorable data continuously drilling into his brain.
It was about to burn his CPU.
Before being consumed by the leaked heat, his soul had already been traumatized by everything in sight.
The Casting Furnace was ringing, countless small components and parts trembling.
Under this high-level miracle transformation, everything seemed like dust.
Even though the opponent remained motionless and never noticed his existence, Huai Shi still felt a terrifying anxiety as if he were about to be crushed by the aftermath.
The symbol of the God's seat was falling.
Pulled by the Great Grandmaster's power, it plummeted towards the mortal realm!
