Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

ound him, and despite his great strength, he couldn't break free. 。At this point, even if he wanted to shoot a distress signal, he couldn't. 。A bone-chilling breath, accompanied by the sound of rustli..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonis entire body in an instant, as if his own power had increased dramatically in the blink of an eye. 。This feeling came very directly, so much so that he himself hadn't fully reacted to it. 。The who...