I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 989: The Mortal Atmosphere of Fireworks

The night grew darker. A winter night was cold and desolate. Before it was even late, figures were already scarce on the streets, leaving only the brilliant lights connecting with the stars, silently shining under the night sky. The twinkling stars lit up the sky, and the lights adorned the mortal world. A young man wearing a military overcoat and leather boots stepped out of the airport…