The white fire cloud hanging low in the air suddenly churned, transforming into a gigantic white hand. Its five pillar-thick fingers plunged straight into the depths of the water.
There was a whoosh.
The instant the giant hand of white flame entered the lake, the surrounding water churned and billowing steam rose. In just a few breaths, the water over an area of roughly a sixth of an acre became as scalding hot as boiling water.
Within moments, countless dead fish floated to the surface nearby, their white bellies upturned. Some spirit fish that had not reached entry-tier leaped out of the water, hopping about on the surface like ants on a hot pan, not daring to remain in the lake a moment longer.
Among these spirit fish were more than a dozen silver fish that looked exactly alike, as though cast from the same mold.
Seeing this, Wang Yu closed the five fingers of his outstretched hand.
Rumble!
The gigantic white hand half-submerged in the lake likewise scooped upward with lightning speed, catching all dozen or so spirit fish in its palm.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Like birds startled by a bowstring, the spirit fish turned into streaks of afterimages and shot off in every direction, trying to escape the giant white hand's grasp.
Just then, Wang Yu, standing aboard the Tower Ship, merely said casually, "Net, Come."
A loud hissing erupted!
The gigantic white hand burst apart, turning into strands of white flame that whirled and interwove, instantly forming a densely woven white fire net.
The afterimages of the spirit fish burst into clusters of blue light the moment they struck the net.
The blue light surged toward the center of the fire net and gathered together, reforming into a gigantic silver fish. It hurriedly flicked its tail, releasing rings