This lava could still be controlled by Nalant.
And this was also why Nalant had so calmly said Moss Titan would regret it.
The lava splashed into midair, then sprayed out across the surrounding space. The density of this lava was far greater than when Nalant controlled it purely with divine power, and the scale was larger too.
As it splashed, rumbling booms kept ringing through the field—the roar of lava colliding with the waves and vanishing.
This one burst alone almost wiped out more than half the surrounding waves, and quite a lot of lava even splashed straight toward Moss Titan.
Seeing this, Moss Titan did not dare be careless and immediately flew aside to dodge.
However, although dodging was very simple for a demon god titan, fighting inside this pseudo divine domain had now become disgusting.
If it were gods of other races, they all relied on divine-power attacks to win, and they basically did not need to worry about there being side effects after their attacks.
After all, weapons like blades and swords would never splash up that much lava.
But the Titans just happened to be different. The chained iron ball in their hands was like an extra-large meteor hammer; when it smashed into the ground, it was like Mars crashing into the moon, and the lava it sent flying could only be described as oceanic.
So next, Moss Titan either had to give up using his chained iron ball to attack, or he had to endure the backlash that came after attacking.
At once, Moss Titan's expression became incomparably ugly. Seeing this, Nalant immediately burst out laughing. "Moss Titan, why have you stopped? Go on, attack. I'm right here waiting for you. Why aren't you attacking anymore?"
"Damned Demon God's Shame, don't get smug!" Hearing