The tide in the distance is like a long silver-white line vertically, and the tide is gradually surging closer, overwhelming with a surging momentum...

The monk in a white monk's robe stood quietly in a low-lying place, looking at the scene in front of him, without the slightest fear on his face.

At this time, there was a drumbeat from all directions, from far and near, and the sound was deafening.

And what is bigger than the sound of the drum is the sound of the tide like thunder, wave after wave, pushing the waves forward

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