Not long after, Jiang Feng felt as if a typhoon had swept over his head, carrying debris, leaves, and broken branches all tumbling past the massive boulder where the three of them were hiding.
The dust that blotted out the sky also obscured the moon, like a devil flying overhead, stirring up a storm of death.
Jiang Feng found it difficult to breathe, and he was already over a kilometer away from the center of the explosion. It was unbelievable that he would feel such effects at this distance.
Thermo-baric Bomb, Jiang Feng had encountered them before.
But the thermo-baric bombs he had known were artillery shells and rocket-propelled grenades.
He had never seen a thermo-baric bomb of this magnitude.
Especially a live one exploding nearby, guided to its landing point by himself no less.
He thought this must be a dream!
"Fuck! That was really something!"
A dozen seconds later, the storm subsided.
