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

ng from his body. 。Tendrils of blue-silver grass snapped silently in the air, and the scattered black light suddenly converged inward, swirling towards Tang Wulin's body.Massive pressure came from all..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoncess, meticulously combing through the silver. And with each strike, he silently infused a touch of his own blood essence into it. 。Let this piece of silver better feel its own breath. 。With his curr...