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

line was unable to be mobilized, all he could rely on now was his own martial soul. 。Waves descended, Tang Wulin's body stiffened again, but the Blue Silver Grass remained strong, enveloping his entir..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demongan to ripple around her entire body. Wherever she passed, the breath emanating from the dragon bones seemed to relax slightly.After walking for what felt like an eternity, Tang Wulin suddenly stopped...