"What do you mean it's alive?"
Huang Meng swiftly jumped off the tank and crouched beside Jin Zhong.
At this moment, Jin Zhong had already picked up a handful of silvery metallic powder from the ground, spreading it on his palm.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Huang Meng watched Jin Zhong's actions in puzzlement, but Jin Zhong didn't respond, merely using his finger to gently stir the powder.
Soon, a peculiar phenomenon began to unfold.
The scattered powder at a farther distance remained unchanged.
But those that were relatively closer began to slowly move, drawing closer to each other.
Huang Meng stared in disbelief at the changes in the powder, and shortly after, a tiny metallic sphere formed in Jin Zhong's hand.
A silver-gray, smooth, and rounded metallic sphere.
Although the sphere was quite small, as Jin Zhong rolled it around in his hand, it quickly attracted the rest of the powder, causing its size to gradually expand.
"This is..."
