Humans were truly far too fragile.
How could a human possibly survive an attack of that magnitude... Zhang Ming simply could not imagine it.
So there were probably no living humans left aboard that freighter.
"What a shame, my fellow humans."
Next, Zhang Ming began examining the tiny pinch of glittering Crystal Powder, a supernatural strange object that looked mysterious at first glance.
He first had Little White inspect it.
Little White's sparkling eyes looked puzzled. "Awoo?"
It thought there was something sinister about the stuff. It seemed nontoxic, yet somehow dangerous. It remained puzzled for so long that it even began doubting its own spiritual intuition.
Only after a long while did it begin calling, "Awoo, awoo." Its general meaning was: this powder was indeed inanimate, and its benefits and drawbacks varied from individual to individual. In any case... Little White could not handle it.
"Even someone with divine beast blood like you can't handle it? But I, Old Zhang, have peerless talent. I can turn anything into attribute points."
"Watch closely. Your uncle is invincible."
Little White's turtle face was full of disdain. Ever since this fellow had become its uncle, he had been going on about it all day long. Was it really that exciting?
Little White could not understand.
Zhang Ming dabbed the Sharp Needle into a tiny amount of Crystal Powder, then gently fanned it beneath his nose, inhaling an extremely minute quantity.
This was a method recorded in the Flame-Horned People's books for determining whether supernatural objects were harmful to the human body.
Of course, "tasting everything like Shennong" required extremely high physique and perception. Otherwise, it was courting death. Zhang Ming was bold because he had the skills to back it up, and he was only willing to do this because he wanted