The Behemoth's words rendered Wang Ran utterly silent.
Wang Ran had never imagined that the Behemoth's self-awareness could reach such a high level!
It was like an upgraded version of Shakyamuni, not only willing to offer its own flesh and blood to nourish Earthlings, but also requesting he taste for saltiness, and if the flavor wasn't good, it was willing to have itself seasoned, sparing Earthlings even the effort of finding spices!
With the Behemoth stating such terms, what more could Wang Ran ask for?
"Alright, I'll give it a taste."
Wang Ran flew onto the Behemoth's body, and as he drew closer, he saw more clearly the damage the Cackling God had inflicted upon the Behemoth.
The Life Refinement Formation acted like a massive furnace, melting the outer layers of the Behemoth's body into a viscous meat juice.
