The so-called soldier rogue can be passionate and charge forward, but once he senses sothing is off and it seems like defeat is looming, he won’t hesitate to abandon everything, dump his gear, cut his communication, and flee the battlefield without looking back.
"Big brother, do you think if we run away halfway like this, Hero Chen won’t bla us later?"
"Damn! Weren’t you the one who said if we couldn’t break through, we should escape and Hero Chen wouldn’t bla us!?"
"Uh, I was just making a suggestion. I’ve always been following the big brother’s lead."
"Damn it! Blaming again!"
"Ah, there’s light..."
"Hmm? Wow, such a big mushroom cloud..."
"You two idiots, get down quickly!"
"Boom!"
The three soldier rogues couldn’t comprehend.
This montary phenonon was actually above Liangdu where a massive amount of energy was released in a very short span, causing temperatures and pressures in the central region to sharply rise to extre levels, far exceeding the surrounding environnt. The ultra-high energy instantly transford the core matter into hot plasma, forming a rapidly expanding, extrely bright high-temperature, high-pressure fireball.
This expanding fireball, like a supersonic piston, violently compressed and pushed the surrounding air dium at extre speeds. The compressed air thus ford a thin layer with very high density, pressure, and temperature, forming an outward-spreading overpressure shockwave. The pressure at the front of the shockwave was hundreds to thousands of tis higher than normal atmospheric pressure, thus unstoppably destroying the majority of buildings and objects.
And since the fireball and shockwave had trendous outward montum, not only did they push away the air but also swept up a large amount of matter, dust, debris, and the three dimwit onlookers, hurling them fiercely outward.
When this massive trove of materials jetted out at such high speeds, the explosion center was nearly "scooped out," leaving the remaining matter very sparse, forming a low-pressure zone. Driven by the massive pressure difference, the surrounding air and so lighter fragnts and dust blown away by the shockwave began rapidly moving back at high speeds, violently refilling the central low-pressure area.
As the inward airflow t the residual material potentially still slowly diffusing outward, extrely complex turbulence and vortices were generated. The material refilled to the center, due to its kinetic energy and possible re-compression heating, might lead to a temporary increase in central pressure, leading to a weaker new expansion.
Thus, this whole process would, much like a spring, undergo several violent oscillations, causing the pressure difference to gradually disappear, turning the violent atmospheric movent from a shockwave to ordinary turbulent winds and airflows, eventually calming.
At this ti, the air was filled with suspended dust and debris, which would take a long ti to settle. And the three soldier rogues blown away by the overpressure shockwave were buried under debris fragnts and fine dust.
Even though they were far from the explosion center, and even the well-hardened Nascent Soul Warriors who had been through countless battles, day and night tempered their muscles, even these three were blown apart with fractured bones, exploding into confusion as if they had been brutally battered by dozens of Heavy Gang Fist hits, collapsing to the ground groaning in agony, screaming wails.
Huyan Mo, with his face full of dust and dirt, clawed out of the rubble, dragging his broken arm to stand,
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, damn it... what the hell is this... ah! Ah! My hand! My... uh, it’s not my hand? Then whose hand is this? Big brother? Big brother! How did you end up in pieces like this!? Are you still alive!"
"Stop howling bullshit! Let have so peace! Damn it! Damn it! Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!"
Before Huyan Mo could dig the person buried next to him out, Ma Qiu not far away was already shouting and venting towards the urban ruins, which had been swept into a massive crater by Immortal Light.
Oh, not big brother? Then who is this? Ping Xian?
Anyway, since he started digging, Huyan Mo haphazardly dragged the person out, only to see that the person was shattered like a rack of ribs, utterly mangled, a shapeless, skinless figure covered in blood and flesh.
This unfortunate guy was clearly at the center of the explosion, his entire body blasted apart, with not a single piece of good flesh left, the entire lump of flesh still warm, even sizzling, with golden light flashing like burning in all his ridians and acupoints, surging with imnse heatwaves, scalding Huyan Mo’s hand.
Huyan Mo quickly flicked away the broken arm and took a few steps back, observing from a distance. The figure seed to be curled up, clutching sothing like a cocoon to his chest for protection.
However, as he was too close to the explosion center and couldn’t escape the hit of the high-energy shockwave, this person’s Dao Body was severely damaged, with his whole body roasted by the Immortal Light, and even the thing wrapped in the cocoon was so mangled and stuck together, totally unrecognizable.
But the strangest thing was, despite all this, the guy seed to still be alive.
Yes, still alive. Just in the small amount of ti after being dug out, beneath the charred layer of skin and fat, nurous pinkish flesh buds sprouted like mushrooms after a rain, and these buds kept wriggling, growing, expanding, stretching, intertwining like earthworms, frantically searching for usable material to repair themselves.
To the point where the clump of flesh in his arms as well as the severed limbs and chunks of at scattered nearby were pulled back, absorbing everything completely, transforming the less-than-human-shaped torso back into a whole new block of flesh.
And faster and more sprawling as the monts passed, until the entire body was covered in writhing pink and white flesh buds, akin to a mass of flesh fostering thousands of twitching maggots...
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