Explosion center.
"Hiss~"
Land slowly exhaled a breath of heat from his large nostrils.
His entire body of scales was stained with blood, and many scales were shattered.
The explosion just now had indeed hurt him.
He admitted that he had underestimated these mortals a bit.
The final trump card surprisingly had the power to injure him.
Looking at the pit beneath him, at least seventy to eighty meters deep and four or five kilometers in radius, a hint of solemnity appeared in Land's eyes.
This level of magic attack.
Had already surpassed the Ninth Ring.
Compared to the nuclear weapons of the previous world, it was not inferior at all.
Take the Tsar Bomb of the previous world as an example; at the moment of explosion, the fireball radius was only four or five kilometers, the effective kill radius was twenty-seven kilometers, and the coverage of the shockwave was three times stronger.
