This was not the first time Su Ming had entered another creature's stomach, but Chewie's internal space seemed to have nothing to do with biology.
After being swallowed by the cat, everyone seemed to have been tossed into an endless cosmic graveyard. In this pitch-black space, devoid even of stars, there were only the two sides, along with all kinds of garbage drifting about.
Animal carcasses, decrepit furniture, rocks, trees—it swallowed everything.
Su Ming even saw half of a Kree warship. It looked as though it had just been bitten off, sparks still flying from the severed edge.
"Find somewhere to hide first."
Holding Wanda, Su Ming flew away from beside Arishem's neck, weaving up and down through the dense barrage of energy attacks before plunging headfirst into a floating pile of junk.
Strangle instantly switched its mimicry, imitating the composition of the surrounding garbage. After listening to the Sorcerer Supreme, Wanda also used magic to conceal their traces.
They probably could not hide from the Celestials' powerful scans for long, but Su Ming only needed a little time in the first place.
"The Creator Lords seem to have made you very unhappy?"
Wanda looked back over Deathstroke's shoulder. His injuries had already healed, and the Celestials did not pursue them for the moment. Instead, the sudden change of environment seemed to have disrupted their programming, and they began investigating what this place was.
Su Ming carried her roughly a hundred thousand light-years away. There were no reference points in the Flerken's "stomach-pocket dimension," so he could only calculate the distance by multiplying his flight speed by time.
The two hid behind a battered alien hovercar, resting briefly against its door.
"Their core logic treats people as experimental animals, but I will not allow them to use my people as