Sometimes, the flowers you tended refused to bloom, while the willow branch you planted without a thought grew into shade.
Banishment was a strange power.
Especially when used without a destination in mind, even the one who banished someone had no idea where that person would end up.
Professor Zhou felt his body tearing apart. One arm had already turned into black lines. He tried to control them, but they seemed to have minds of their own. Some burrowed into his ears, others into his nostrils, and some even into his anus.
His other arm fared worse. It had not become lines, but a tree that was growing wildly. Worse, the tree was bound to his flesh and blood, and he could do nothing about it.
"Zhang Ping, I won't spare you even as a ghost!"
With that desperate, hateful roar, he plunged into the sea.
He wanted to struggle back to the surface, but his body would not obey. He felt his legs, even his third leg, undergoing Mutation.
Clearly, this had something to do with Zhang Ping altering his Sequence Group.
Just as despair was about to swallow him, a vast procession of Oceanfolk suddenly appeared. A thin white line trailed from the back of each one's head, making them look like puppets on strings.
"Lord Apophis, there's a Landfolk here!"
An Oceanfolk spotted Professor Zhou, immediately descended beside him, and shouted to those behind him.
Apophis?
Professor Zhou's pupils contracted sharply. Across countless worlds, Apophis was a name for terror. It was the tyrant of the seas, the judge of life, the lord of the underworld looming over every living creature.
It's over.
Professor Zhou could picture his own head hanging from one of its tentacles.
"A Landfolk indeed. Perfect... we need a capable guide. Perhaps he'll