The seawater surrounding the Trieste was heavily polluted and muddied by the foul, black dead-blood spurting from the bodies of the Ghouls. This black blood seemed almost insoluble in water, whipped by chaotic currents into billowing clouds of black mist, resembling viscous paint poured into a clear pool.
Lu Mingfei watched with cold eyes as the bloodthirsty Ghouls swept past him. Each time he swung his sharp claws, the scales on his arms clashed with a crisp, bright ring. A casual sweep stirred up massive swathes of surrounding water, whipping up fierce, chaotic whirlpools.
The once-ferocious Ghouls could not even stand upright in the churning currents. The next moment, lethal claws struck right on schedule, tearing their bodies apart or piercing straight through their throats.
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