Passionate novel, no heroine, group portraits
Fog falls, technology fails, and the aperture envelopes.
…
A young man stood outside the city holding an ancient Tang sword.
Countless fog disasters before him
He kept roaring and rushed towards him!
The direction of his blade was pointed at the monster's head.
He stands in front of millions of people.
He was alone and without support.
He looked at the fearful eyes of the humans behind him.
Speak slowly
Take a good look! We humans can also kill "gods!"
Is anyone watching? ! [Cry]