Water jets shot up from the depths, following the rhythm of the flute's melody, and shifted to different positions.
Clusters of tentacles exploded like fireworks, showering down.
The octopuses were terrified, and only now, without any sense of intelligence, did they realize the danger they were in, and scrambled to escape in all directions.
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Using the melody to ward off the enemy!
The moment the flute's melody rang out, Mu Fan felt a sharp contraction in his heart.
Watching the person controlling the Flying Sword, holding the bamboo flute and playing softly, clad in a flowing blue robe and black hair, Mu Fan's mind flashed with a strikingly similar image.
A girl in blue robes and black hair, standing on the top of a tree, playing the bamboo flute; the tree leaves trembled and formed a Leaf whip, slithering through the woods.
"Sister."
For no apparent reason, the word "sister" slipped out, and two hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
