"It's useless, truly a piece of junk…"
Tao Yu eventually realized that his judgment hadn't been entirely wrong, but it wasn't entirely right either.
The originally massive body of the little claw seemed to be suppressed by this world, shrinking a lot, with tentacles only reaching a few dozen meters and the big head only a few meters in size.
But the good news was that the red ocean did indeed offer shelter from Abyss Pollution, enough to avoid crushing the little claw outright.
That was because it had a unique constitution, with Pollution clinging to it, and had undergone Tao Yu's Black Mud modifications, making it more malleable.
Had it been any other supernatural creature, it might not have even had the foundation to survive here.
For example, calling forth an Alien Dragon would certainly be a waste.
"However, the size is still sufficient…"
With a leap, Tao Yu landed atop the little claw's head.
And surprisingly, it was quite soft, quite comfortable to step on.