Slick, sticky.
Besides the tearing pain from being crushed by sharp teeth at the beginning, Li Zheng was left with only these two sensations around him.
This gave him the illusion of being soaked in snot, nauseating him to the point of wanting to vomit.
"Damn! This mutant's attack methods aren't very advanced, but it's pretty good at being disgusting." Li Zheng tried to move his right hand, his dominant hand, where the sheathed sword was gripped.
However, the fascia wrapping around him was unexpectedly strong. Even with all his strength, his right hand couldn't budge an inch.
Instead, his whole body was being moved along with the fascia, slowly sinking somewhere.
"Shit!" Li Zheng sensed something was wrong: "Is it trying to digest me?"
No matter which creature's digestive tract you pass through, the experience must not be pleasant.
"I need to think of a way." Li Zheng calmed down and tried various self-rescue methods.
"Power Demon·Frenzy!"
