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

. 。But that energy was everywhere, impacting their bodies from all directions. 。 Everyone raised their soul power. Le Zhengyu's holy sword danced in his hand, and everyone except Yuan En Yehui had a..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonnt, his mind was consumed by the demonic energy. His father's grievous injuries had stirred up all of his suppressed longing for family, his inner turmoil, and all his negative emotions. 。Only carnage...