Zhang Deming swept his gaze over the area and quickly noticed something was wrong. Plenty of people were dead, but he couldn't find a single person who was completely unharmed—not even someone with minor injuries. All he saw were the critically wounded, clinging to life, and the dead.
This discovery gave Zhang Deming pause. He had been about to enter and quickly inspect the airship, but now he hesitated.
He sensed a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Power. He turned his head to look. Although he didn't detect any signs of a fight, he was certain the disturbance had come from ahead and to his right.
Zhang Deming rose into the air, floating to the ship's bow that was tilted toward the sky, and peered down at the other side of the hull.
He had landed on the deck, which was the topside of the tilted vessel. But now, when he saw its underside, he was taken aback.
