C1971 He Drew His Death Battle Style

Realizing something, the octopus stopped chasing. It turned around and returned to its territory, waiting for it to take a look. It was so angry and sad. What he was worried about had become the truth, and the thief who stole his things... He was long gone. This tone... He forced the octopus to spit out a water pillar that was a hundred meters tall. This height pointed to the height above the sea