Thank you to the Roth Financial Group for sending us a destroyer!

The eight-clawed octopus almost rolled and crawled as it rushed to the main control room.

The eight-clawed octopus had seen the power of the Black Throne in the video and was scared out of its wits.

Of the eight octopus claws, only three could barely move now. The rest were already paralyzed with fear.

"Don't f * cking ask why! Now! immediately! Immediately! Full speed ahead!"

The eight-clawed octopus was resolute and decisive. Even though the dozens of operators in the main control room were dumbfounded and didn't even understand what was happening, this order couldn't be disobeyed or argued!

It was because the eight-clawed octopus knew that every second it wasted here would reduce its chances of survival by 10%.

The psionic attack of the Black Throne form was no longer something he could resist at his level. Even a destroyer would only need one shot.

If he didn't leave now, he would be completely dead later.