Li Shang stood blankly by the car that nearly became his metallic coffin, face pale and cold sweat still clinging to his temples.
He turned back with lingering fear, looking at the two shocking, gigantic craters not far behind him.
The soil around the edges of the pits was charred black, with wisps of acrid black smoke stubbornly rising from the bottom, twisting and merging into the gray sky.
The shattered stones at the bottom of the pits were vitrified by the intense heat, emitting residual warmth, as if hell had just opened its mouth twice here.
The post-crisis exhaustion crashed over his nerves like a tide; his legs were slightly weak, and he had to lean against the car for support to stand firm.
The door of another car was violently pushed open, and Chang Erbing almost rolled out, stumbling before finally steadying himself beside Li Shang.
