Lu Yuanming led the sixty million Psychic Warships forward.
Just a moment ago, he had battled with a mass of indescribable viscera.
These viscera were truly formidable, or it could be said that the environment was too terrifying.
An entire region was filled with flesh and viscera, as if the fleet was passing through the blood vessels of an enormous animal's intestines. The viscera and flesh walls were unimaginably large, making the fleet seem the size of insects or even bacteria in comparison, and with just one movement, these flesh walls could cause disasters on an astronomical scale.
Traveling through them, even Lu Yuanming's combat ability felt strained. Unless he continuously used his high-dimensional perspective, just one compression from these astronomically sized flesh walls could crush planets to dust. This was an impossibility in the material world where gravity alone would cause these pieces of flesh and viscera to collapse into stars.
