Blown back by the fierce gale for several hundred meters, Pei Yan finally stabilized himself in mid-air after a few adjustments. He looked towards the far-off collapsing mountain and the chaotic battlefield beneath his feet, his mouth twitching awkwardly. He truly hadn't anticipated that turning the entire big dirt ball into TNT would have such a massive impact.
"Cough, cough, cough, with power this immense, that guy probably doesn't even have bones left!" Elder Lin was coughing incessantly from the burnt-scented heatwave, and after a few deep breaths, he exclaimed with feeling.
Pei Yan squinted his Mechanical Eye, looking towards the night at the expanding mass of mud, speaking in a deep voice: "No, he's still alive!"
