A fin?
How could it be a fin?
Liang Qu's pupils dilated. The change had come so suddenly that he instinctively flung out the fin, yet could not shake it off. The fish fin clung tightly to his hand. He whirled around in panic and caught sight of a withered fish form amid the undercurrent—gaunt to the bone, with a slender, elongated tail...
Every fact was beyond doubt, telling Liang Qu an utterly absurd truth.
A fish!
He had turned into a fish!
Liang Qu had never experienced dying and coming back to life. Everything came from the information provided by the Ze Cauldron, yet being wholly swallowed by a flood dragon and chewed into a puddle of minced flesh had not diminished the fear in his heart in the slightest.
All his earlier composure had merely been what a man showed a woman, a husband showed his wife, a leader showed his subordinates. Now that something incomprehensible had happened, how could he, all alone, remain utterly unruffled?
Within the Ze Cauldron, the North Wind howled.
It was not merely the direction it came from. This was a cold wind—the cold wind of the north.
The wind was astonishingly frigid. It lashed against him with the pain of chopping bone and cleaving flesh, piercing deep into his soul form.
Pain!
Excruciating pain!
"Aah!"
As though he were once again being sliced apart inch by inch by daggers, Liang Qu screamed in agony. He frantically wagged his fish tail, trying to swim down to the bottom and hide from the cold wind. Yet the floodwaters that had surged up before rapidly receded, and in the blink of an eye, only the original shallow puddle remained.
First drowning, then suffocation after turning into a fish.
It was practically deliberate targeting!
Liang Qu