The rapidly ascending missile quickly passed through the atmosphere, reaching more than fifty kilometers in less than two minutes, piercing through the stratosphere.
At this time, the missile's speed had reached several times the speed of sound. Jiang Hou, standing atop the missile, had his ears bombarded with explosive roars, the shockwaves whipping his hair wildly.
However, even such shockwaves couldn't budge Jiang Hou an inch. His feet seemed firmly planted on the missile's top, his body slightly swaying as the missile adjusted its angle.
Just then, the missile accelerated to nearly ten times the speed of sound, piercing through the clouds, and when it reached the thermosphere over five hundred kilometers high, the first stage fuel at its tail detached.
At this time, the land beneath Jiang Hou's eyes had already turned into a giant sphere, surrounded by clouds, dazzling and splendid under the sunlight.
