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

, and even though there were so many trees between them, Tang Wulin could still feel that this vertical pupil seemed to be able to see right through him. 。Mutated Without a doubt, this is a mutated so..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonas grayish-transparent, with a faint layer of gray mist shimmering on its surface. 。His armor lacked a helmet, but on his forehead was a gray crystal. It was diamond-shaped and covered with countless...