I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 397: Self-Detonation

Beneath the black firmament. Two figures streaked across the sky like lightning bolts, gracefully leaping across the rooftops of numerous buildings. At this moment, the distance between them and the edge of the fog was growing closer and closer. Behind them, however, a terrifying sandstorm was brewing. The figure wearing the Sun Wukong mask glanced back. The violent wind mixed with sand whipped…