The wind high in the air was much stronger than on the ground. The chilly autumn breeze carried a biting cold that struck Lin Li in the face, whipping his hair backward.
The wind flipped up his collar, and the chill wormed its way through the opening and into his clothes.
The scarf Su Yue had wrapped around him before he left was proving quite useful. It blocked most of the cold carried by the wind.
Lin Li continued flying toward the site of the explosion.
The closer he got to the blast site, the stronger the smell of scorching grew, mixed with a faint, indescribably pungent odor.
Before long, Lin Li slowed down and then came to a stop.
Ahead, the smoke column created by the explosion had gradually dispersed, revealing a scene reduced to utter devastation.
The blast had gouged a charred pit five or six meters in diameter into the ground. The soil around its edges had been burned black and clumped together, while even the wild grass nearby had been reduced to ashes, leaving only blackened roots behind.
Several men in black lay closest to the pit.
Their clothes had been burned black, and their bodies were twisted. They had clearly died on the spot in the explosion.
Only one man had survived by sheer luck. He was half leaning against a scorched tree trunk, his clothes torn with several large holes. The exposed skin had been burned red and blistered by the heat, while black soot stained his face. His breathing was so faint it seemed liable to stop at any moment.
Without immediate aid, he probably would not last long.
Fortunately, his other companions had been farther from the center of the explosion. Their clothes had merely been ripped by the blast wave, and