Mighty Mo Zan goes completely berserk!

The surrounding temperature rose abruptly and all the soldiers who were in the vicinity of the great fireball that was getting closer and closer to the ground felt as if they had suddenly been thrown into a boiling furnace. 

The color of each soldier's skin turned bright red, sweat began to pour down their bodies like uncontrollable drops of water escaping through a broken dam, and then all hell broke out.

"L- Lord Mo Zan!"

Three teams were in the vicinity of the area where Chen He was hiding. These three teams consisting of a total of 36 men cried out as they felt their skins dry and then shrivel up as if the years were passing quickly for them. Worse yet, not even a second later their skins and flesh began to shrivel, stick to each other, and wrinkle like a nylon bag exposed to high temperatures.