To survive, one must plunge into the jaws of death.
The most dangerous place was the safest.
These were the first two thoughts that flashed through Su Mo's mind the moment he landed in this dead zone.
Riding the Magic Carpet, he had successfully reached the surface without encountering any danger.
Carefully navigating past the intermittently erupting flames, he stood atop a Giant Stone and gazed into the distance, searching for any anomalies.
By now, the Geiger counter on his hazmat suit was nearly off the charts, emitting an alarm that sounded like a continuous shriek.
Judging by the intensity of the radiation, there were only two possibilities.
Either the bombardment hadn't happened too long ago, and the radiation hadn't yet fully dissipated.
Or...
The yield was massive, and the frequency of the strikes was high enough!
After surveying the area, Su Mo couldn't be entirely certain, but his intuition leaned heavily toward the second scenario.
