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

ears fell from the heavens, ripped apart by the terrifying onslaught of magic that followed. 。His body shuddered, and Tang Wulin slowly opened his eyes. 。His chest rose and fell slightly several time..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonrate, but unseen, she was stirring the very space around her.Gradually, a vortex appeared in the sky, a vortex formed by clouds. 。Her movements also began to accelerate, with every punch sent out cau...