Re-entering the pressure domain of the seawater, a fierce sense of discomfort assaulted every inch of the body like a flood. Ghouls had already gathered in dense swarms around the Trieste.
As it turned out, they hadn't been wailing out of fear of Lu Mingfei at all; monsters whose central nervous systems had been hollowed out seemed to have lost the capacity for fear. They used sound to summon their peers, just as greedy Kamaitachi, upon encountering powerful blood-food, were forced by sonic waves to call upon their kind, refusing to let go of a top-tier, exquisite prey right within reach, even if they ended up with only a tiny fraction in the end.
Lu Mingfei tore apart a few Ghouls that got too close, coming to the roof of the Trieste for the second time. His dazzling Golden Eyes swept across the massive swarm of Ghouls below, just like an emperor ascending a supreme peak to look down upon an enemy's tens of thousands of troops, carrying an overwhelming majesty.
Chapter 227