"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
The sound of erosion constantly resonated from the shield of the Salted Fish.
Meanwhile, the Salted Fish continued to fire its cannons at the flesh-blood warship.
But as the young man thought, their cannon fire, although causing massive damage to the flesh, smashed it to pieces, rendering it inactive.
Yet... there was still a continuous stream of flesh spewing from the skull apparatus to mend the cannon-blasted flesh.
A corrosive sizzle sounded incessantly from the shield of the opposing sea ship.
He just needed to wait...
Hmm?!
Suddenly, the young man widened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the shield of the Salted Fish.
He saw the shield, covered in filth, shimmering with crystalline brilliance.
The light wasn't dazzling, rather soft, like some kind of cleansing agent sweeping over from beyond the shield.
In the next moment, all the filth adhering to the shield was entirely cleared away by this light.
