No, that's not right.
It wasn't his sand that had changed.
It was the space-time here that had altered.
Zong Si raised his head, looking up at the profound night sky, frowning slightly.
Clearly, the temporal anomalies in this city had become more severe. They had realized this problem earlier and sent the message back to base, but no results had come.
However, given the urgency of the battle situation, the mission couldn't be aborted.
"What a nuisance,"
the sickly youth muttered, "If only you were still alive to handle this mess. Cough, cough, now all I can do is leave it to fate."
At the critical moment, he slowly lifted his hand.
Boom!
The entire street abruptly turned to sand!
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In the command center of the Sea Fortress, red lights flashed, and alarms went off incessantly.
