Amid the fierce sandstorm, Ye Cang's tears kept falling.
"Brother, you shouldn't have come..."
"It doesn't matter, I'll make them regret it!"
Fukawa smiled and gently placed his hands on the rack beside him.
The wooden rack began to shrink, change color, and weather at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then even showed signs of desertification.
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