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... ouldn’t speak in the water; they could only use their eyes and expressions to communicate the tumult within their hearts. They saw the figure in the black robe suddenly slow down ahead and joy filled their hearts, propelling them with all their might toward the depths of the sea.
However.
The deeper they dived, the greater the pressure of the seawater became, changing their complexions.
"As long as the ’Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained’ holds up, I’ll hold up!"
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