I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 1918: Roar of the Black Lion

Shangjing City. The Special Operations Division headquarters, rooftop. Ominous black clouds shrouded the city, and the howling gale whipped the dark red cloak into a frenzy. Lin Qiye had a straight blade strapped to his waist as he stood calmly on the edge of the rooftop, gazing into the distant horizon and overlooking the mortal world. "Commander, the 'Winter Solstice Plan' has officially…