Sand, these two words now fall on their ears like a bomb.

"Ao!"

Wang Qiyi looked down, and there was indeed a pile of light yellow fine crushed sand at his feet, and he immediately didn't know what sound came out of his throat, so he jumped up and instinctively retracted into his shell.

"Bang dang!"

The huge king eight shells fell to the ground and spun around a few times, not moving.

Zhai Youyou had already withdrawn a few steps away;

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