C1247 Tracking Track 12

The water boiled, the steam roared, the lava bullets flew back and forth, crashing into the earth and making deafening sounds.

Along with the rhythm of the sound, I involuntarily danced and danced my tangerine, constantly dodging all kinds of attacks that flew towards me.

Speaking of which, it seems like a person can't dance the tango. The target of my dance is still on the water side