“Darryl, it’s over!”

Megan smiled lightly. She could feel that Darryl was affected by the sound of the flute. Her chance had come!

Buzz!

Megan did not hesitate. She turned around in mid-air, ethereally, lifted her hand, and attacked Darryl.

The attack used nine levels of her internal energy; everywhere it touched, the air would distort.

Gasp!

The crowd worried for Darryl. At the same time, Zhurong, Lily, and the others exclaimed loudly.

“Hubby, be careful!”

“Brother Darryl, watch out!