C1402 The Prison Sword Tower

There was no concept of time on the moon.

Wave after wave, wave after wave, surging waves after surging waves.

The waves surged and the sound of the waves echoed.

Countless waves finally poured out and landed on the ground.

Only the wet ground on the shore remained, not retreating for a long time.

After a while, the waves rose again.

They slapped the shore and made crisp sounds