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

d inward, talons pointed towards the space above his head. 。A wave of intense, indescribable bloodlust suddenly erupted from him. The moment this powerful aura of blood appeared, all the soul masters..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonree. 。To fully open the passage, it requires the sacrifice of ten kings. 。A cold voice echoed from the deepest part of the abyss, making countless Abyssal Kings fall silent. 。Yes, the Abyssal Plane...