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

on to before arose. His surface defense felt nothing at all, yet within his body, a constant humming grew louder and louder. 。Although these red beams were much weaker than the previous strike, they..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonhile others become silent existences that eventually die. 。There are also some that become like our Douluo Star, such as planets. 。"In this process of change, it has been billions of years in the maki...