"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Between their conversation, sword light flickered below. Mu Fan had already taken the lead to charge into the group of octopuses, fighting relentlessly like he was fearless of death, swiftly navigating through countless tentacles.
"Damn, that kid, he's not human!"
Lin Ruize leaned over from atop his eagle to look down, his nerves tightening, and he couldn't help but worry for him.
"Hahaha, we're coming."
Wang Meng, Feng Yi, and Pei Qingyu, inspired by Mu Fan's bravery, released their bloodthirsty nature. Three dazzling sword lights charged side by side into the group of octopuses.
Qing Yuan, Wang Zehao, and Zhu Ziwen followed suit, with Yu Ming covering the rear.
The eight of them advanced in a spindle formation, coordinating with each other and pressing forward bravely.
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A tentacle as thick as a flood dragon burst out of the water, wildly waving and coiling towards the group.
"Watch out!"
