The mercenaries stepped forward one after another, tools in hand, and began digging around the Feng Family. Thunderbursts would not be buried too deeply, or they would lose their effect. They only needed to turn over the soil once to find them.
As the work continued, more and more ground was overturned. The area surrounding the Feng Family was the first to be completely excavated. However, no Thunderbursts were found outside, so not a single person had yet died to one.
Afterward, they began entering the Feng Family compound and digging from the inside. Other than the surrounding walls and several relatively large buildings, everything else was dug up. Even the gardens were no exception. At that moment, the precious flowers and plants within were no different from weeds. Could flowers and plants compare to their own lives?
Under the tacit approval of the Feng Family higher-ups, some less important buildings were also torn apart down the middle by the mercenaries, and the earth beneath them was completely overturned. Once they entered the Feng Family compound, however, it was no longer entirely without danger.
Before long, the first mercenary struck a Thunderburst with his shovel. The familiar sound of an explosion followed. After the blast, he, his tool, and the mercenaries behind him were all blown to pieces. The mercenaries became even more cautious.
This time, they truly could only rely on luck. With bad luck, they would die on the spot. Just then, a young man walked over and asked one of the Feng Family young masters, "Is the blast range of these Thunderbursts only this large?" While others saw the power of the Thunderbursts, he saw their blast range.
The Feng Family young master nodded, barely paying him any attention. What was his status? How was a mere