John was oblivious to the chatter among the squad members.
At this moment, all his focus was on the Soul-Devouring Devil, Ghana.
Ever since Ghana had summoned his Libra, there seemed to be a dramatic shift in his aura.
Though it had been an evil, dark presence before, it was nothing like this.
Ghana now flapped the fleshy wings on his back slightly, with the third eye on his forehead half-closed.
A dark, purple luminescence shot out from this eye, not aimed at John but directly into the Libra he held, forming a sinister connection.
Subsequently, Ghana's aura became even more distorted and eerie, evoking an instinctual dread.
A thought struck John, and his eyes shimmered.
Even if he didn't comprehend why Ghana's aura had undergone such a transformation, he knew that he had to strike first to maintain the upper hand.
John's grasp of battle timing had long since been honed to perfection.