Thirty seconds later, Harrison Clark and the others in the Hornet Ship passed by the explosion site.
Black smoke and white mist rose from the water surface.
There was an occasional upsurge of dense bubbles.
The ocean was still boiling, like boiling water that had been cooked.
Raging waves still rolled endlessly.
Shattered metal debris floated on the water, and from time to time, casualties surfaced.
There were even warriors in Summit armor left with only half their bodies.
Fortunately, it was a nuclear fusion explosion.
If it were nuclear fission, this entire ocean and the soil beneath it would be contaminated by radioactivity, turning this place into a flowing dead sea.
Harrison Clark's Hornet Ship and the medium-sized battlecruiser that Dr. Owen was piloting side by side slowed down.
"See if there are any of our people alive."
Harrison Clark commanded.
He only intended to save his own people.
He couldn't care about those strangers who acted as obstacles.
