"Sand?!"

In the silence, a voice like an auditory hallucination suddenly sounded, making the entire Wang Ba stand up, and the pores of his body were full of coolness.

Wang Qiyi listened carefully with bated breath, but he was not sure if it was the sound of sand flowing.

"You can't carry it like that, do you?" He was about to turn around and call the captain back, but the small and broken voice in his ears stopped again.

The wall in front of you gradually becomes transparent.

Perspective, King

Chapter 114 of "The Eighth King Who Crossed into the Wishing Fountain" What did we encounter? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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