"Son of Heaven, what are you doing?!"
Just as Son of Heaven stood dazed, a roar reached him from outside.
That familiar, gruff voice could only belong to Jack, but it sounded much farther away than he had expected.
Son of Heaven instinctively looked back, only to discover that almost everyone who had been right outside the barrier had been thrown away. The octopuses had blocked them off at the edge of the plaza again, Jack included.
Of over four hundred people, only a dozen or so remained where they were, and the octopuses were still attacking them together, wrapping around their limbs and flinging them outward to land precisely beyond the encirclement.
Such intricate coordination was clearly beyond the intelligence of octopuses. The only possibility was that the Ghost Ship Captain was controlling them.
In other words, while fighting him just now, this man had also been controlling the octopuses fighting outside...
Son of Heaven found it even more incomprehensible.
During such a fast-paced battle, he could still control the octopuses individually with such precision? Even several hundred eyes wouldn't have been enough, would they?
More importantly, where did he get so much magic power? He could unleash several hundred spells at once and still seemed to have plenty to spare...
"Son of Heaven, hurry up and attack! We're out of time!" Jack's shouts kept coming.
Son of Heaven looked back and saw that the hundreds of people thrown out of the plaza had already regrouped and launched another assault on the octopuses' defensive line.
Everyone was attacking even more desperately and fiercely than before, seemingly hoping to tear through the defenses again and provide him with magic power.
Seeing his teammates all fighting bloody battles, Son of Heaven finally regained some focus. He hurriedly forced those distracting thoughts