The last time he faced a catastrophe, he had become accustomed to bloody scenes and became insensitive.

But I just hate, I hate myself for being powerless, I hate myself for being implicated in my wife and children.

At this moment, the name mentioned by Weiwei Dao suddenly flashed through his mind.

‘Daoxuan…’

‘Can he save this disaster by making this guy extremely afraid?’

Feeling the magic power in his body gradually dried up, Cheng Mo stood there in a daze, and in a trance it seemed that he had returned to that year.

That year, it was also such a powerless situation.

A sense of powerlessness invaded and washed away every corner of his body.

He is actually not the hero who turns the tide among all people.

He never admitted it.

Because he knew that it was the terrifying force that erupted before his wife died.

But he couldn't say it anyway.
Chapter completed!