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

flowing from the corners. 。"Death, is the destination of all." 。They simultaneously raised their heavy swords and roared in anger towards the heavens. 。With that roar, the originally gray Netherworl..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonn suspended in mid-air gave the impression of a blazing sun, this sun brimming with intense qi and blood fluctuations, subtly restraining his Netherworld Hell 。What was even more frightening was that...