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

cedented catastrophe. 。Just then, the sky above them suddenly lit up again. 。The dazzling light caused them to involuntarily raise their heads. 。A flash of despair appeared simultaneously in the eyes..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon。Next, the audience saw the rising mushroom cloud violently spinning and transforming into a giant vortex. The vortex compressed towards the center, and in the next instant, the spherical object was e...