From that day onward, Zhang Ming waged a protracted war of attrition against the freighter.
First, he used his Stone Mama-brand loudspeaker to scare the creatures inside out into the open.
He did not get greedy. He steered his sailboat away while throwing spears from a distance, wearing them down.
After he killed the monsters' bodies, the White Shadows inside always lunged at him, only to be drained to death by Zhang Ming's lightning ability.
At first, there were too many monsters. To avoid being surrounded, he used the Source of the World's sanctuary function several times.
Once all the birds were dead, only a group of swimmers remained. He no longer even needed the Source of the World; he could simply "kite" them, fighting as he retreated.
His plan worked precisely because the freighter could not maneuver, and the monsters swam more slowly than they flew.
Finally, at noon that day, no more monsters emerged from the freighter after Stone Mama's loudspeaker finished playing.
"Have they seen through my plan, or... are there really no monsters left?" Zhang Ming clung to the mast, gazing at the deserted freighter.
After so long afloat at sea, time had left its mark even on this well-equipped vessel. The side of its hull looked as though some acidic liquid had ravaged it. Moss and algae covered it, and in places, the paint had blackened and peeled away in mottled flakes.
In another few decades, even if it did not sink, it would probably be little more than a ghost ship.
Should I go aboard and take a look?
Zhang Ming hesitated.
He sensed an unknown danger aboard this ship.
With so many possessing White Shadows, there might be a powerful source behind them, or perhaps some sort of minor boss.
And Zhang Ming