However, he had just recently broken through to Tier Seven and was still incapable of participating in battles beyond Tier Eight. Rashly intervening would only cause confusion, so he had to think of other ways to help.
Just as he was focusing his thoughts, the earth suddenly quaked violently. The towering ice mountains behind him trembled as spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ice surface, and dense black mist like ink steamed out from the cracks, suffocating with an evil aura that quickly enveloped half the battlefield.
Almost the instant the black mist appeared, Mogara in the sky suddenly tilted his head back, and the demonic aura around him tripled. The originally deep black aura now had dark red patterns, forcefully pushing back Lan and the Four Divine Beasts several feet.
He looked down at Lan, whose expression had slightly changed, and a cold, bloodthirsty smile curled his lips.
"Not good!"
Lan's previously calm expression finally changed.
