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

ice came through the communicator. 。Tang Wulin controlled his mecha, bouncing in place. "Teacher Duan, I want to try..." 。“Okay, you come 。" Duan Shang controlled his mecha to retreat, clearing the..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon possible. 。He could mobilize soul power and the power of qi and blood, but he couldn't cultivate or circulate them. 。So, here he can't do anything, he can only think silently. 。But even if there are...