。The Nightmare Demon's voice echoed with a hint of strangeness. 。Then, a series of strange laughter also filled the entire pain. 。The deafening roar echoed, and Tang Wulin and the seven others fell..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon hope. 。He is coming to see me. 。"Why not merge with me" A soft voice whispered, barely audible, and only she could hear it. 。"I've already lost to you. You can completely absorb me! Why not" that vo...
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon