Mo Nanjue felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body in an instant, leaving an indescribable terror even more fearsome than powerlessness. Suddenly letting go, he turned and dashed toward the Farmstead engulfed in flames!
The firefighter widened his eyes, trying to grab him but unable to hold him back. Chen An rushed in after him, "Mo Nanjue, stop right there!"
The Farmstead was littered with charred branches and leaves, scorched remnants falling at their feet. The land was already dry in summer, and there was no sign of the fire weakening; instead, it grew more vigorous.
Inside, it was like a blazing furnace, the high temperatures blurring vision.
Mo Nanjue charged inside recklessly, raising his arms for protection, with sparks burning his leather jacket. Ignoring them completely, he tightened his brow and shouted, "Tong Ran!"
The once exquisite villa had been reduced to a hideous ruin.
