PFFT!
A chunk of earth suddenly churned.
Immediately after, a figure caked in mud emerged from the ground.
He coughed a few times.
It was Jiang Chen, looking utterly frustrated. "I almost buried myself alive."
"This Thunder Pill... it looks like next time I use one, I'll need to prepare a Defensive Magical Treasure. Otherwise, blowing myself up would be a truly pathetic way to die."
He was still shaken. The power of the Thunder Pill had been utterly terrifying.
Looking out now, he saw that the great Nanming Mountain bandit stronghold, which had stood here moments before, had vanished from the face of the earth. Only splintered branches lay scattered on the ground.
Many of the buildings had been caught in the blast, completely razed to the ground.
Not a single person was in sight.
Jiang Chen strode toward the center of the recent explosion.
When he got there, he saw a massive, deep crater where the Thunder Pill had detonated, still belching clouds of dust.
