Aiming for the gills, Sheyan's hand spasmed violently due to the sudden cold, and caught the fish by its body instead. Although the fish was out of the water, its innate strength was still great and its scales abnormally slimy. Putting up an intense struggle with its tail, it was about to escape.
Without caring for much, Sheyan immediately shot out his other hand ferociously; clamping onto the fish gills. Falling into the river, his hands remained steadfastly clamped onto the fish no matter how this fiendish fish wrestled and struggled. No a slightest hint of weakness could be seen.
Fortunately, his strength was outstanding; no matter how the powerfully the fish struggled, it couldn't resist and naturally gave up. Sheyan then easily tossed it towards the shore, and wriggled back to the shore shivering. The lake was icy cold, the chill draining him of his mental strength as he hurriedly returned to snuggle at the bonfire. After a while, he finally regained some warmth.
