บท 978: Withered Tattoo

Waves formed on the blue sea, rising into a towering wall. From a distance, they appeared as a moving blue line where the sea met the sky, advancing towards Wang Lin.

Before they even came close, the rumbling of the waves was thunderous. The sound buzzed in one's ears, making the listener feel insignificant under their might, comparable to that of the heavens.

Wang Lin watched the approaching waves with a serious expression. He stepped on the sea's surface and quickly retreated.

His body moved gracefully, like a cloud, as he thought to himself, "The place where I landed was merely a cluster of flowers. Triggering the restriction should not have brought me to the sea..." As he pondered, the endless wall of waves accelerated, rapidly closing in on him.