The mushroom cloud rose; if this small island were still the original small island, this mushroom could probably render it barren. But now, the island had expanded from its original area of less than ten square kilometers to well over a hundred kilometers in length and width.
Even though it couldn't directly cover the island, the power of the mushroom cloud still made the Kun Cang big shots represented by Li Chushui's heart race wildly.
Ordinary missiles could only create a high wave, unable to tear apart the flesh of Qi Jiao. Yet in the blindingly bright light, it vaporized directly, and the shock wave dismembered all Qi Jiao within a hundred miles radius.
With such strong power, what can survive it?
However, the process of opening folded space continued, and the island kept expanding...
Beyond a hundred miles, Qi Jiao still crowded densely...
"The original plan called for ten missiles, right? Ten might not be enough!" Lin Weiyang said.
