The scene in the deep sea was like a re-enactment of Free Day from the year Lu Mingfei first enrolled. Ghostly figures darted through the chaotic, crowded battlefield like invisible phantoms, and with every flash of a phantom, explosions of blood blossomed in clusters, and enemies fell like mown wheat.
Yet unlike Free Day, this was a truly blood-soaked battlefield where people died every second. Those black ghosts could not compare to the red dust kicked up by Frigg Bullets; they dyed the seawater with a pungent, reeking stench, an obnoxious foulness that seemed to drill through people's pores into their bodies and seep straight into their marrow.
The number of the Corpse Guard horde was plummeting drastically, yet they still seemed endless. After all, Takamagahara on the ocean floor beneath their feet had once been their stronghold; now the stronghold was ruined, but they were still deep in the ocean—at best, this could only be considered right outside their front door.
Chapter 233