The suppression by forty percent, is truly forty percent!
Two percent, against the forty percent of the battleship...
Fang Yu's eyes shone with a sharp light.
Not enough!
The suppression by Meat Mountain on the battleship is still not enough.
Even if the battleship is suppressed by forty percent of its enchantment ability, its powerful foundation is still enough to hold deterrent power.
Even the flesh warships have no room to resist in front of it, being blasted to pieces in an instant.
I still need to go deeper, to further increase the suppression force of Meat Mountain, so there's a glimmer of chance to shatter the battleship under the suppression of the theological modifications.
Thinking of this, Fang Yu continued steering the sea vessel, rushing towards the location of Meat Mountain.
The crew's hearts had long reached their throats, their faces showing fear and worry, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.
