"Ah." The little girl uttered another brief sound, her tone slightly different, but this time, sea grass in half the room whipped up frantically towards Xu Huo and the others.
Dodging the sea grass madly, the little girl surrounded by it watched them discuss in awkwardness with great delight, clapping her hands and laughing.
Her laughter could also control the sea grass; immediately, even the grass on the walls of the entire room began to writhe, like tentacles sprouting from an animal's body—some aimed to strike, some to entangle. All working together, it somehow didn't look chaotic at all.
The cramped space was clearly unsuitable for a melee. Xu Huo and his team had also tried to break through to deal directly with the little girl, but these living-like sea grasses would protect her while attacking, even forming a wall around her in succession to block abilities and the effects of props.