Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The lights and flames danced on the girl's face. At this moment, she was spotless and extremely beautiful.

Chapter 231: Word Spirit·Judgment, a deadly battle under the sea!

Word Spirit·Judgment, the 111th high-ranking Word Spirit in the Word Spirit Sequence List. Legend has it that the user is an apostle of God who can punish all sins in the world on behalf of Heaven. He forcibly imposes the order of death on the descendants shrouded in the realm of judgment, and kills everything according to his will.

The cherry-red long sword didn't even need to touch the bodies of the corpse guards. These monsters were chopped into flat pieces by the invisible sword light, and the spurting black blood automatically avoided to the sides of the girl, as if they were shattered by an invisible barrier.

The group of corpse guards had never experienced such extreme murderous intent. This murderous intent was not directed at any one of them. The strong will to cut wrapped around the girl's body and spread into a huge field. The girl in the shrine maiden's clothes was surrounded by the breath of death. No, in this field, she was the death itself, and all life conditions in the field were controlled by her at will.

The corpse guards were aroused by the breath of death and their instinct for survival was aroused. They fled in the direction away from the girl and took shelter on the surrounding Sumeru thrones.

At this moment, the sea surface suddenly became agitated, as if violent thunder was brewing on the seabed. It was the shock wave from the explosion of the nuclear power cabin. It passed through the eight thousand meters deep sea water and finally reached the sea surface, bringing with it a terrifying tsunami.

The huge waves that reached the sky created water walls that were more than ten meters or even dozens of meters high, which slammed heavily on the Sumeru pedestal. These floating platforms that were known for their huge size and sturdiness seemed insignificant in the face of such a powerful tsunami. They were like a small boat in the rushing river, swaying from side to side and in danger of capsizing at any time.

The tsunami swirled thousands of dark shadows—these were the corpse guards hiding in the deep sea. But neither the waves nor the corpse guards could reach the girl standing at the bow of the wooden boat. The entire sea was a scene of apocalyptic turmoil, except for the area where the girl stood. It was calm, as if even such an unreasonable thing as disaster avoided her.

She sheathed the cherry-red long sword and slowly bent down. The girl rolled up her wide white cuffs, revealing her delicate wrists and crystal-clear palms. Her bare hands gently covered the turbulent sea, like stroking a crying child. A huge area suddenly opened up with her as the center, and the restlessness of the sea was instantly calmed. The originally stormy sea surface suddenly became calm and docile, turning into a smooth mirror. The temperature of the sea water dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye because the sea water was frozen.

With the girl as the center, extremely low temperature ice began to spread to the sea in all directions. Whether it was the sea water, the Sumeru throne, or those corpse guards with astonishing power, they were all frozen in the thick ice, and their golden eyes revealed a fierce and terrified look.

It is hard to imagine that such creatures actually have the emotion of fear. They were born for destruction and devastation. They should be the best synonym for "fear", but the appearance of the girl seems to have crushed the meaning of their existence. In front of this shrine maiden named Eri, they are just harmless pet snakes, just a little ugly.

Eiry looked up at the sky. Huge lead-black clouds were rolling overhead. Only a trace of lonely moonlight was visible through the gaps in the dark clouds. Eiry wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction.

She hummed some obscure notes softly, and the dark clouds in the sky actually shattered into a round hole, as if pierced by a hurricane that rose from the ground. The bright moon poured down a light silver light through the hole, enveloping the girl and lighting up the autumn water under her eyebrows. Only then did Eiry reveal a satisfied smile.

The frozen sea, enveloped in the tranquil moonlight, was breathtakingly beautiful. The ice grew ever firmer, its mirror-like surface reflecting a tranquil, serene light, as if a single bluish-white aurora had been drawn down to the seabed, illuminating the entire sea.

The sea breeze died down, and countless monsters were frozen in the ice. Their golden eyes, like eternally burning ancient candles, flanked the girl. She stood between the silver ice and the golden candlelight, her flowing red and white skirt swaying in the gentle breeze. The stark contrast between the beautiful girl and the hideous monsters was like a masterpiece, both artistic and profoundly stunning.

Eiry hummed a song she learned from an anime, and suddenly lowered her head as if she had a feeling. Her eyes penetrated the ice and the sea water, and she seemed to see what was happening thousands of meters underwater.

A dark red light flickered in her eyes. The girl stood upright and looked down at the sea, as if she was a god in the sky quietly overlooking the human world.

……

When the Trieste rushed out more than a thousand meters with the explosive power of Jun Yan, the power was suddenly removed, and the safety lock above their heads no longer worked. They were hung at a depth of 2,400 meters under the sea, floating quietly.

"Why did we stop here? What the hell are those bastards from the Sheqi Eight Families doing!" Caesar roared. After discovering that the safety lock did not stop working, he immediately rushed to the operating table to start the power of the lithium battery. He also saw the bone dragon monster underwater just now. There were still scattered corpses guarding them. Sitting there and waiting to die would only lead to death.

"Most likely, the defense line was broken by the group of corpse guards." Jude Mai was still lying on the floor looking at the sky. The aftereffects of the potion were too severe, and she had not yet recovered her strength.

"In other words, the people from the Eight Clans of Sheqi either died in battle or evacuated. I guess it's the latter. In any case, no matter which situation it is, it means that you have been abandoned." Jiude Mai said softly.

"Damn it, didn't that tortoise swear to us with its life that it would never give up on us!" Caesar said hoarsely.

"How could you believe a Japanese promise? Those samurai talk about seppuku all the time, but how many of them actually did it?" Jude Mai criticized the Japanese for their honesty, seemingly forgetting that she was Japanese herself. "Besides, he's the young master of the Sheqi Eight Clan, the man who will become the head of the family in the future. Even if he wanted to be buried with you, the rest of the family wouldn't agree to their young master's death in a place like this. You know, that man would give up his freedom for his family. What does a promise mean to him?"

Caesar fell silent instead, the anger in his ice-blue eyes was forced to suppress. He took a deep breath and thought, restarted the power of the Trieste, and then calmly checked the various indicators of the submersible.

"I didn't expect you to be so calm? Aren't you angry?" Jiude Mai looked at Caesar's back curiously.

"Anger! I've never been betrayed twice by the same person. I'm so angry I'm practically on fire," Caesar said in a low voice. "But I can't lose my mind because of anger. Yuan Zhisheng is the young master of the Sheqi Eight Clan, and I'm also the heir to the Gattuso family. Although I don't really want to admit it, I'm no less important than him in terms of status. What's more, I'm a man about to get married, and my life is more precious than anyone else's. He was able to give up his promise to survive, so in order to survive, I have to suppress this anger in my heart for the time being. I will return to the surface alive, find that giant tortoise and beat him up, then find Nono and take her to carry out my wedding plan of traveling around the world..."

"The fantasy is beautiful, but the hope is slim," Jude Mai said softly. "The tsunami is coming soon, and the sea is filled with turbulent currents and corpses. How long can this antique submersible hold out?"

Jiude Mai's eyelids were already heavy, and fatigue washed over her like a tide. After saying this, she fell into a deep sleep, and Caesar remained silent.

The submersible was as quiet as night, with only the sound of rapid and slow breathing floating back and forth.

……

At the same time, on the roof of the Trieste.

The scales on Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's bodies opened and closed rapidly with their breathing, and dense red blood seeped out from the gaps between the scales. Even their dragon-transformed bodies could hardly bear the extreme speed and high pressure. Under the impact of the explosion just now, they all suffered injuries to varying degrees.

Not only them, but also the shell of the submersible under their feet could make a sound similar to that of an eggshell breaking, and the cracks slowly extended on the metal exterior of the Trieste under their feet. This submersible was also unable to bear the weight, and it was worthy of its title of industrial legend that it could hold on until now, thanks to the processing and reinforcement of the equipment department.

"The safety locks have stopped working, and the pressure here is still quite high. It seems we are quite a distance from the sea surface. A large number of corpses have just surfaced, and the situation on the surface should not be optimistic." Chu Zihang looked up. "I can still release the Lord Flame, but the Trieste seems to be unable to withstand it. It will disintegrate before we reach the surface. We can't hold out in our dragon form for long, not to mention that Caesar and the seriously injured Jiude Mai are in the cockpit."

"There's still that big thing we haven't dealt with yet." Lu Mingfei looked down into the deep sea. "It's coming... and the tsunami is coming with it."

The seabed seemed to be burning. The roar of the nuclear explosion brought about a tsunami that destroyed the world. The turbulent and violent ocean currents rose rapidly, and the first to be hit was the Trieste, which had not yet surfaced.

The Trieste was pitifully squeezed and ravaged by turbulent currents in different directions. Large pieces of metal fragments began to peel off from the hull. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang held on to the safety locks tightly and were hit by the surging upwelling currents. The tremendous impact force was no less than being hit head-on by a heavy truck.

The good news was that the Trieste was swept up by the rising current and floated up for a distance. The bad news was that the hull of the submersible had begun to gradually collapse, making heart-pounding tearing and deformation sounds... What was even worse was that the last batch of corpses that escaped the nuclear explosion were floating up at high speed along the rising current. Their number was astonishing, and they gathered together to form a huge black vortex. A pair of huge eyes suddenly appeared in the dark center of the vortex, emitting a gloomy golden light and carrying a strong sense of oppression.

A dragon's flesh, rotting and decaying, appeared before his eyes. Broken corpses writhe within the holes, like parasitic maggots. The Corrupted Dragon was the Skeleton Dragon, the king of the corpse guardians. Now flesh and blood had been restored, its heavy pressure seemed tinged with a sinister aura. Reborn from the realm of the underworld, it vowed to devour the two blood sacrifices before it to replenish its own rotten and decaying flesh.

"It's getting uglier and uglier. After Caesar saw this thing, I'm afraid the duck egg will be ranked third on his list of 'the most disgusting things in the world.'" Lu Mingfei looked at the decaying dragon and his voice became serious. "This guy looks even more difficult to deal with."

Chu Zihang did not express his opinion. Complaints were not his strong point. He had always been a man of action and decisiveness. The spiritual imprint of Norton suddenly lit up in his mind.

The black vortex gathered beneath them once again, this time at a considerable distance from the Trieste. The submersible could no longer withstand the recoil of the Junyan explosion. The only hope for escape was to defend the crumbling submersible.

The vortex spun for a second before collapsing and disintegrating, and the black airflow exploded into a raging flame.

Feeling this intense and scorching pressure, the corpse guards around the Corrupted Dragon began to flee, but the ferocious dragon opened its mouth wide and swallowed those corpse guards who tried to escape. Without a doubt, this already dead creature had regained consciousness.

The King's Flame transformed into a fire dragon and collided fiercely with the Corrupted Dragon. The power of the King's Flame carrying Norton's consciousness was obviously increased by more than one level. There was even a trace of black flame in the bright flame.

The orange flames exploded with a powerful impact, twisting the body of the Corrupted Dragon. The sound of bones crackling could be heard inside its huge body. Even more terrifying were those small black flames. They seemed to be immune to being extinguished by sea water. Once ignited, they would never go out until they burned to ashes.

The corpse guards in the holes in the flesh of the rotten dragon were stained with black flames. They let out painful and powerless roars, as if their remaining souls were being consumed. Their golden eyes quickly dimmed, and they were burned into black shells from the inside out.

The Corrupted Dragon struggled and twisted its massive body, stirring up thousands of tons of seawater as it devoured the surrounding Corpses like crazy. This heavy blow completely destroyed it. If it hadn't completely devoured the Lenin, allowing it to evolve and consume so many Corpses, two consecutive blasts of the King's Flame would have been enough to reduce it to dust on the seabed.

It howled towards the sky, and this time it was no longer a silent roar, but a deafening roar.

The roar tore apart the sea water, carrying with it the yellow-black stench of corpses, enveloping the Trieste and the two people in the top cabin.

The hard shell of the Trieste melted away in an instant. At this moment, the lights on the dashboard went out one by one. The machine finally lost its ability to operate and was disintegrating!

"This breath is highly corrosive." Not only the submersible, but even the scales on Chu Zihang's body were gradually corroded by this foul air, leaving small holes. He held his breath, but felt that this breath seemed to penetrate his pores and was corroding his internal organs.

"Damn it, it's the Lenin!" Lu Mingfei's situation was better than Chu Zihang's. "It devoured the Lenin, and the refined sulfur bombs that hadn't yet fully taken effect were fused with its own corpse and sprayed towards us. In the end, our weapons actually fell on us!"

Chapter 232: Unrivaled Power, Dragon-Shaped Lu Mingfei!

The signs of dragon transformation are slowly fading from Chu Zihang's body.

First, body temperature. In dragon form, body temperature rises dramatically. In fact, the seawater surrounding Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang is steaming every second, and tiny bubbles are constantly forming on their bodies. The blood in their bodies surges like boiling water. If they weren't in the ocean, their bodies would be covered in steam, and touching them would feel like touching a piece of red-hot iron.

But gradually, the sea water around Chu Zihang stopped bubbling, because his body temperature dropped, not enough to make the sea water that touched him boil instantly, so it became difficult for him to breathe in the sea.

Compared with his body temperature, the changes in Chu Zihang's appearance were more obvious. The blue-black scales began to shrink inward from his neck and eyelids. Gradually, the huge water pressure pressed down on him like a falling mountain, and Chu Zihang even had trouble standing.

"Brother, are you okay?" Lu Mingfei supported Chu Zihang's body. Chu Zihang could no longer answer him. Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's dazed and pale face and instantly realized that the problem might be more serious than it seemed.

Chu Zihang not only activated the second blood burst, but also released the King's Flame twice, both of which exceeded his original strength specifications. He borrowed the power of Jörmungandr and Old Tang, and most of the spiritual imprint in his mind was eliminated.

Just as Lu Mingfei said, his bloodline problem had never been completely resolved. When the brand loosened, the manic blood tried to invade his weak body, and the mental brand condensed together to completely suppress the restless dragon blood in his body. Chu Zihang's power was suppressed and restrained. Not only that, the Dragon King's will and the awakened dragon nature were constantly struggling and consuming in his body. The excessive use of strength made him pay a huge price.

What's worse is that the Trieste under their feet is disintegrating, and they are about to lose their foothold. Sooner or later, the submersible will be melted into the inner layer, and then the people in the cockpit will be forced to be exposed to the sea water.

Even though Caesar was a brave swimmer and diver, this was two thousand meters deep in the sea. No diver could swim in two thousand meters of water without wearing protective gear, and there were ferocious corpse guards surrounding him, watching him closely.

What's more, there was a seriously injured Jiude Mai in the cockpit.

It seems that the god of fate is not on their side this time, and everything has come to an end.

A terrifying tearing sound came from the water below. Lu Mingfei looked intently and saw that the huge rot dragon was summoning the remaining corpse guards. It roared and issued an amnesty order, and the corpse guards rushed forward and pounced on the rot dragon's body, tearing its flesh and blood.

They tore off the portions stained by black flames along the edges. Some of the corpse guards were unfortunately infected by the black fire and burned to ashes amidst their wailing, but many more continued to serve their king tirelessly. It was not because of their loyalty, but because they finally had the opportunity to take a piece of the king's flesh and blood while biting. Although the rotten flesh tasted as disgusting as melted asphalt, they still shouted and scrambled for it, even fighting fiercely for a piece of rotten meat the size of a palm... They were simply too hungry, and had been hungry for thousands of years.

"This matter must be resolved here." Chu Zihang's voice suddenly sounded again beside Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw that Chu Zihang was bleeding again. His face was paler than ever, and blood was oozing from all his orifices. The sea water around them was bubbling with large bubbles, and the sea water was rapidly heating up.

"Brother, you can't do this." Lu Mingfei said sternly, "If you use supernormal power again, the price will be your life!"

"If we don't do this, everyone will die. If only I am sacrificed, you, Caesar and the female ninja will all survive. This is a very good deal." Chu Zihang said.

Chu Zihang released Jun Yan again, and the spiritual imprint of Fenrir in his mind suddenly lit up. He looked at the rotten dragons and the group of corpse guards, and his golden eyes flashed with majesty like a mountain.

That was the might of the dragon, the king of the earth and mountains. The enemies who were stared at by Chu Zihang were like being pressed down by the heaviest mountain in the world. They were terrified and roared, but no one could break free from this immovable majesty.

The blood oozing out of Chu Zihang was burning. He no longer considered saving himself. This was his last King Flame. While burning the corpse guard, it would also burn his own flesh and blood dry. He had always been a problem specialist in the executive department. Every mission was a risk of his life, and this time was no exception.

"Nice to meet you." Chu Zihang said softly, and the hot vortex once again gathered under their feet.

But the black aura collapsed the moment it appeared. Chu Zihang leaned forward and stared at Lu Mingfei with wide eyes, his eyes full of confusion and surprise, and finally collapsed weakly on his shoulder.

"I'm also happy to meet you, senior brother, but we don't trade our lives." Lu Mingfei said softly. He retracted the punch he had hit in Chu Zihang's abdomen and gently placed Chu Zihang on a part of the Trieste that had not yet completely collapsed.

"Xia Mi is still waiting for you. If she knows that you died here, she will go crazy. If such a crazy girl really goes crazy, I can't control her. You have to come for her, senior brother." Lu Mingfei smiled.

His gaze once again turned to the sea below. The flesh and blood stained with black flames on the body of the Corrupted Dragon had been stripped clean by the Corpse Guards. Having tasted the sweetness of the flesh and blood, the Corpse Guards' eyes gleamed with greed, and their gazes were all focused on Lu Mingfei on the roof of the Trieste.

Being stared at by thousands of golden eyes at the same time, it was like a thousand eerie will-o'-the-wisp lights were lit up in the dark seabed. Hidden behind the will-o'-the-wisp lights were hideous and greedy faces. The monsters were like snakes spitting out their tongues, with a dangerous look on their faces waiting for an opportunity to eat. Their voices were mixed with salivating desire, and the hissing sounds that came one after another echoed like ghosts in the quiet seabed.

Facing the thousands of ghostly lights were only a pair of thin pupils, revealing a deep loneliness, as if these golden pupils were candles that had been burning alone for thousands of years, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, illuminating this deep sea where no light could be seen.

The rotten dragon roared, and the corpse guards responded by roaring towards the sky. This was the horn of charge. The king of the corpse guards issued the order to charge. In their eyes, the human in front of them was already a spent force. In a moment, he would be torn into countless pieces of flesh and blood and eaten by thousands of monsters. The deceased souls would step on his body and rule the world again.

What's worse is that the hull of the Trieste has completely collapsed. The volume of this huge metal eggshell has shrunk at least four times in a short period of time. Only the inner and outer layers can withstand the pressure. The pressure cabin and the air cabin are exposed to the high-pressure seawater, and it only takes a few seconds for them to disintegrate.

A creaking sound was heard, and cracks slowly grew and spread on the inner shell. It seemed that the inner wall of the Trieste could not hold on for much longer. It was only a matter of time before it completely disintegrated. The "snail speed" driven by the lithium battery could definitely not outpace the speed of the submersible's disintegration.

Lu Mingfei looked at the undead army about to charge. He closed his golden eyes, which had dimmed slightly with fatigue, and whispered, "If someone must go to hell, let me do it. We are all monsters, and our enemies are monsters too, but I am the biggest monster...

"That's right, brother, you are the biggest monster in the world!" Someone laughed and applauded in the darkness, "But brother, you have to remember not to lose yourself. If you lose control, you will drag the whole world into hell."

Lu Mingfei pulled out the third syringe from his waist, tore open the scales on his wrist, and injected it fiercely into his throbbing blood vessels!

At that moment, he seemed to hear the roar of a dragon from ancient times. The severe pain made his body spasm uncontrollably. The blue-black blood vessels bulged like dragons. The surging power derived from his bloodline hit the blood vessel walls fiercely, almost breaking out of his body. His consciousness sank into endless darkness, and the sky and the earth became chaotic.

A figure crucified on a massive cross flashed through his mind. The face was blurry, yet so familiar, yet Lu Mingfei couldn't place it. A faint smile graced the blurry face as he said, "You're here? Are you determined to be yourself this time?"

The familiar voice brought up a wave of sadness. At that moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt sad, but he didn't know why he was sad. He shook his head blankly. He didn't know why he shook his head, as if a voice in the dark told him that he had to do this. Now was not the time to be himself. Everything needed to proceed according to the schedule... until the very end, the monsters were responsible for roaring at the world, and the kings were responsible for dominating the world.

This moment seemed very short, but also seemed like thousands of years had passed. Lu Mingfei was sinking in despair, and several questions kept invading his mind.

Who was reminding him he couldn't be himself? The voice sounded like Lu Mingze... so who was crucified? Why did he feel so sad when he heard his voice? Was that Lu Mingze too? No, it seemed not. This time was clearly different from the time with Lu Mingze... And then there was the dream a few years ago. Until now, everything that had happened in reality had actually coincided with the dream. Could that dream have been someone's warning? Who could it be? Who could possess the ability to foresee the future and yet refuse to live in a world filled with regrets?

He seemed to have touched upon some messy thoughts, but they were tangled like tangled threads and could not be untied... Since there was no solution, he might as well not untie them.

Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes, and brilliant golden light illuminated the sea. Dramatic changes occurred in his body, and the dragonization phenomenon was pushed to an unprecedented level!

As a creature of unparalleled power, he first needed wings, and so a pair sprouted from his back. Blood splattered across the scales of his back like bursting bamboo joints. Mighty bony wings protruded inch by inch from his shoulder blades, spreading out across his back to a width as tall as a man. Hideous bone spurs grew wildly in the cracks between the scales. Black bony ridges covered his cheeks from his forehead, their face patterned with mysterious and beautiful lines. The only thing exposed was a pair of pupils as bright as stars.

The sea water was evaporated into a spherical area by his extremely high body temperature, and the place where he was was like a vacuum. He gently waved his bone wings, and a violent hurricane swept up the crisscrossing ocean currents. He grabbed the Trieste in his hand, and tore the hard metal inner shell like a piece of paper, revealing the figure in the cockpit.

"Lu Mingfei? Are you really Lu Mingfei?" Caesar exclaimed in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. Caesar felt that either he was crazy, or the world was crazy!

Rather than "human," the creature before him was more appropriately categorized as a "dragon." Whether it was the eerie wings on his back, the hideous bone spurs, or the thick bony face, Lu Mingfei had long since transcended the realm of "human." Even Chu Zihang, who had experienced four bloody outbursts, had never displayed such a brutal side. Most terrifying were the pupils hidden within his facial bones, radiating a powerful, almost tangible pressure. Caesar felt as if both his body and spirit were crushed by the glance of those eyes!

"Activate the blood burst... take them to escape... take Brother... and Mai... with you!" the dragon-shaped creature said hoarsely. It was unimaginable that there was a more terrifying voice in the world than Professor Schneider's. It was like two rusty steel pieces rubbing against each other in the throat.

Caesar was stunned, and his violent blood was instantly activated. Signs of dragon transformation also appeared on his body. Although he was far from being as... ferocious as Lu Mingfei, his physique strengthened by the violent blood was enough for him to cope with the pressure of two thousand meters deep sea water.

"Run away... the faster the better... the farther the better..." Lu Mingfei's voice was almost a growl.

Caesar held Chu Zihang in one hand and Jiude Mai on his back with the other, resisting the pressure of the seawater and swimming towards the surface. From a distance, he looked back at Lu Mingfei and realized that Lu Mingfei had asked them to escape not to avoid the corpse guards and the corrupt dragon, but to keep Caesar and the others away from him.

Because Lu Mingfei is on the verge of losing control.

The rotten dragons and the group of corpse guards slapped the sea water and rushed upwards. The figure blocking the way there was the last obstacle for them to return to the human world. If they broke through him, they would have endless blood and food to enjoy, and would no longer be bound by any constraints to indulge their greed on the vast earth.

The huge undead army stirred up a huge upwelling current, but the dragon-shaped figure stood still in the raging current. He just raised his head to take a last look at the direction of the sea. The line of sight under his face passed over Caesar and others, and seemed to penetrate the two thousand meters of sea water to look at the sea surface, as if he felt that there was something there that concerned him.

When it withdrew its gaze, it let out a terrifying roar, like a beast liberating its nature.

The cold, bony wings flapped fiercely a few times, calming the violent current. The next flap unleashed a raging storm, slicing the water like jelly. At the same moment, his figure vanished. When he reappeared, he splattered black blood among the corpse guards. The corpse guards seemed to have their throats ripped out by invisible claws, dying before they could even utter a death wail.

Chapter 233: Dying Will, Lu Mingfei Loses Control!

The scene in the deep sea was like a replay of the free day that Lu Mingfei had experienced when he entered school. A ghostly shadow shuttled through the battlefield filled with people, like an invisible ghost. Every time the ghost flashed back, blood would splatter and the enemies would fall down like wheat that had been cut.

However, unlike the Day of Freedom, this time it was a truly bloody battlefield, with people dying every minute and every second. The black blood was not comparable to the red dust splashed by Frigga's bullets. It dyed the sea water with a pungent fishy smell, and the stench seemed to penetrate into people's bodies through their pores and seep into their bones.

The number of the Shigarashi group is decreasing rapidly, but it seems that they can't be killed off. After all, Takama-ga-hara on the seabed beneath their feet was once their base camp. Now the base camp is destroyed, but they are still in the deep sea. At best, this place can only be regarded as their doorstep.

It's like you have just slept for thousands of years, and when you go out, you suddenly see someone blocking your door and not letting you go out, wanting to fight you. At this time, of course you should call your friends and gather a large group of people to surround the troublemaker, and then fight him one by one.

But unfortunately, what these corpse guards encountered was not a troublemaker who could be slaughtered at will, but a wild beast that had lost its restraints, or a tyrannical and lonely god of death.

Thousands of pairs of golden eyes were spinning around, following the ghostly black shadow, but they could not catch Lu Mingfei's movement trajectory at all. He was too fast and there was no pattern at all. He might appear in the sea dozens of meters away in the last second, and in the next second he might flash in front of a corpse guard who was searching for him.

The corpse guard was still amazed at the eerie bony face that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the dragon-shaped figure disappeared in the blink of an eye. The corpse guard suddenly found that the world in front of him seemed to be cut into two smooth halves. Accompanied by intense pain and gurgling black blood, the corpse guard realized belatedly that he had been split in half by the shadow in an instant. Cutting off the body known for its hardness was just a piece of cake for the shadow. It seemed that he held the power of life and death, and could often make a nimble corpse guard die inadvertently in a very short moment.