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... ireball, churning, weakening, just like a sun, stepping down from its peak and entering its "old age."
Until it finally can’t go on any longer, collapsing completely—only then do you see the smoke and fire blending together, turning into a gigantic mushroom cloud, slowly rising up.
Wen Yan stood at the mountain’s peak, gazing at this spectacular scene from afar, suddenly and inexplicably moved. And this was just a small-yield mushroom bomb. If it were a large-yield bomb... he cou ...
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