The dining hall was so incredibly large that it was far bigger than any corridor they had passed before, magnitudes larger, inconceivably so.
It was only because Lu Yuanming was now piloting the Decisive Battle Mecha, with its high-dimensional view, that he could barely make out that this was a dining hall, but it was too vast...
Lu Yuanming and the fifty million Psychic Warships hovered in the air, with the closest thing to them being a grain of rice on the dining table, which was already larger than a star, larger than a sun, to the extent that the fleet, including Lu Yuanming, hardly compared to a bacterium against it.
