"..." Li Zheng remained unmoved, still looking up at the pipes atop the massive tumor.
He suddenly realized that although the gap between the flesh and the wall couldn't accommodate a person passing through smoothly.
If he could endure the nausea, he might force himself through.
Looking at those pipes, a thought sparked in Li Zheng's mind: could these pipes be supplying nutrients? If he directly cuts off the nutrient supply to the tumor, wouldn't the "fetus" inside be affected?
And these pipes aren't made of flesh, so their defense mustn't be that high; perhaps it might really work.
Inspired by the thought, Li Zheng took several deep breaths and started to move his limbs, preparing himself mentally.
Zhan Zhouzhou sensed something amiss from his behavior: "What do you want to do?"
Li Zheng turned, flashing a grin hidden by his gas mask: "Watch closely!"
