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

ss vanished without a trace. His clothes were completely soaked with sweat. The golden grid pattern didn't dissipate this time, but instead silently seeped into his skin...The blue silver grass recede..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon。Tang Wulin's twin hammers rose once more, and at the same time, a flash of light appeared on his body. Three purple spirit rings materialized, and soft white light burst forth from the two Spirit-For...