Sharp teeth and witty tongue, the disgust of the tongue is like a sticky conveyor belt of garbage, soft and rotten like countless soaked cardboard boxes in a warehouse, exuding the stench of cardboard.
"Great, the tongue is constructed by the Divine Object of the Wood Element."
Liu Jun slid down the tongue and into the throat, diving all the way down into the bulging stomach.
The stomach was even more nauseating, like walls covered with chewed gum and betel nuts.
But this Deep Sea Creator was entirely composed of deep-sea garbage, and Liu Jun gradually got used to it.
"Indeed, we really need to protect the environment."
He ridiculed, "It's the guys above who crazily dump ocean garbage, causing such absurd biological mutations at the seabed."
Next, he witnessed the fascinating adventure of this Divine Object.
The stomach seemed to have some kind of profound instinctive judgment, transferring the swallowed Divine Object through various organs, on to the heart.
