He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Although the eighteen reincarnated beings had their doubts, none of them objected anymore.

The battles fought over the past few months have proven Ji Canghai's strength.

The clone stood on the reef, watching the giant wave that stretched for hundreds of miles surge southward.

The waves reached heights of hundreds of feet, their crests surging with the dark blue power of the sea god, turning the sky a deep indigo wherever they passed.

The three-headed sea monster swam on either side of the giant wave, emitting a deep resonance that pushed the wave higher and faster.

He heard the bells of the southern coastal villages begin to ring—the sentries on the watchtowers were giving warnings.

The bells tolled urgently and desperately, one after another, like the heartbeat of a dying man.

He did not hesitate.

The man in white suddenly swept across the rocks, transforming into a golden streak of light as he shot toward the southern coastline.

The waves were too fast.

Ordinary people simply didn't have time to escape.

The people of the three towns and nineteen villages along the coast had just crawled out of the ruins of the last tsunami and had not yet had time to rebuild their homes when a new wave of giant waves was already pressing down on them.

The fishing boat was shrouded in the shadow of the waves.

The fisherwoman knelt on the beach, holding her child and wailing.

The old fisherman stood on the dock, gripping his oars so tightly his hands trembled so much he could barely hold them.

The clone landed on the first line of defense—the outermost group of reefs in the three coastal towns.

Just as the giant wave was about to crash over the reef, he raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the crest of the wave.

The power of the laws surged forth from his body, condensing into a golden wall of light that stretched across the coastline in front of him.

The wall of light was hundreds of feet high and only three feet thick, yet it stood like a dam, blocking the giant waves.

The moment the giant wave crashed into the wall of light, it was as if a thousand-foot-long hammer had struck a bronze bell, and the entire coastline trembled.

The wave was abruptly blocked by the wall of light, and the seawater split off from both sides of the wall, flowing along the coastline into the distant wilderness.

The giant wave blocked it.

But a tiny crack appeared on the clone's arm—golden light leaked out from the crack and vanished in an instant.

The power of faith is being depleted.

He withdrew his right hand, preparing to turn around and chase after the few reincarnators who were still watching from a distance.

Then he sensed it—

Beneath the surface of the sea, deeper and farther away, the power of the sea god gathers once more.

Ji Canghai stood on the rocks of Penglai Island, shirtless and expressionless.

The right hand was raised again, and another giant wave brewed, rose, and took shape in the more distant sea.

This time it was even higher than before, with the sea god's dark blue light threads wrapped around the crests—each thread being a deep-sea cold current compressed to its extreme, enough to freeze and shatter reefs in an instant.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth rounds.

Ji Canghai unleashed five tsunamis at once, which rushed toward the eastern coast of the Great Qin from different directions.

The clone stood on the coastline, watching the five giant waves crashing in from different directions, and paused for a moment.

He also knew what Ji Canghai was going to do.

He wanted to drown him by drowning civilians.

He had to stop every tsunami—because if he didn't, tens of millions of people would perish at sea.

With each block, his strength was depleted by one unit.

Ji Canghai didn't intend to use the tsunami to kill ordinary people; he wanted to use civilians to wear him down.

The giant wave was already pressing down on us.

The clone closed its eyes, then opened them again, transforming into a golden stream of light as it rushed towards the first giant wave.

With his first move, he used the power of laws to condense a thousand-foot-long wall of light, splitting the giant wave in two.

The second method he used was to transform the power of his faith into countless golden threads, disintegrating the sea god's power on the waves inch by inch.

The third move was when he summoned a Law Nascent Soul—a Nascent Soul with the same face as him and its entire body flowing with pale golden Law patterns—and used the power of the Nascent Soul to forcefully push the waves back onto the sea surface.

The fourth and fifth strikes—his speed increased, his blows became heavier, and each strike was a full-force attack.

All five giant waves were blocked.

As the last wave crashed down, the mist, refracted by the sunlight, transformed into countless rainbows that stretched across the entire coastline.

The fishing boats were saved, the villages and towns were saved, and the people were saved.

Ordinary people knelt on the beach, kowtowing to the white figure in the sky.

They didn't know who he was, they only knew that someone was saving them.

The clone stood on the reef, with several fine cracks on its arm.

Golden threads of light slowly seeped out from the cracks, scattering like fireflies in the wind.

The power of the laws was greatly consumed, but it was still within the limits of what could be tolerated.

As an entity that inherits the same understanding as the original body, this amount of consumption is not enough to cause him too much damage.

Especially just now, the power of faith was still surging.

Ji Canghai looked at the figure that had blocked all the tsunami waves, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

While the opponent's strength shocked him, their behavior made him laugh.

He guessed right.

As expected, this Level 1 authority holder went to stop the tsunami, and did so without hesitation—faster and more decisively than he had anticipated.

He raised his right hand again.

The sea god let out a deep hiss at his feet, and six tsunamis rose simultaneously from different directions.

"Block it."

Ji Canghai said softly, his voice carried away by the sea breeze and not reaching anyone's ears, "Let's see how many times you can hold out."

Six tsunamis simultaneously struck from six directions.

The clone had to sever a wisp of its power of law to seal the river mouth before intercepting the third one.

Each wave was higher and heavier than the last, and the power of the sea god was thicker, wrapping around his golden wall of light like a living thing, consuming it inch by inch.

As the mist dissipated, he landed on the sea, his feet treading on a thin layer of golden light.

The cracks on his arm had spread to his chest, and golden light threads were scattering out like beads from a broken string.

The power of faith is soaring—millions of people along the coast kneel and kowtow, their prayers flowing in like a tide to replenish him.

But Ji Canghai's speed in unleashing the tsunami was getting faster and faster.

This is a war of attrition.

It's a race to see who can't hold on any longer.

The clone stood atop the reef, his white clothes clinging to his body in the sea breeze, getting wet and then dry, then wet again, with a thin layer of salt frost forming on the hem.

He had been guarding this area for a full day and night.

The rock beneath our feet had been smoothed and rounded by the waves.

On the distant sea, the East China Sea Alliance's fleet formation was slowly shifting.

It was contracting, like a snake coiling its body, with only a triangular head showing, facing south.

What is there in the South?

The south has three coastal towns, nineteen towns and seventy-six villages, and millions of people.

The Qin army stationed on the eastern front has been decimated by the Sea God, and the remaining forces have all been withdrawn to the Liangzhou and Yongzhou line, leaving the defenses south of the coastline almost completely blank.

The clone understood.

These reincarnators aren't withdrawing their forces—they're making room for the tsunami.

They are preparing to unleash an even more powerful tsunami.

The clone's brows furrowed.

He was able to easily withstand the tsunami earlier because it wasn't violent enough.

The power of the laws can make up for it.

The power of faith actually increased even more at this moment.

However, if the expansion continues, even if the recovery is rapid, it will not be able to keep up with the depletion.

On the sea, Ji Canghai stood above the trench where the sea god resided, raising his right hand and pointing south.

The sea god slowly turned his thousand-foot-long serpent body beneath his feet, his scales opening and closing.

A cold, eerie blue light seeped from the gaps in each scale, turning the entire sea into an eerie blue.

Before its tail even slammed down, the sea had already begun to tremble.

Like a giant beast taking a deep breath.

The clone stepped off the reef.

The white robes stretched into a straight line in the sea breeze, and the air beneath their feet rippled with a faint golden light—the aftershocks of the power of the laws being pushed to their limit.

He landed between the sea god and the southern coastline.

One person, one sword, and a golden arc of light stretching across the sea.