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

eeped into his skin...The blue silver grass receded like a tide, and the grass snake slithered into Tang Wulin's palm, disappearing inside. The golden scale on its forehead returned to normal, and ev..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonke a dreamlike feeling.At this point, Levi's body was completely enveloped by the mist, so the audience couldn't see what other soul techniques he was performing. 。White mist surged and changed rapidl...