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

launched her attack. Her hands formed a strange seal, her thumbs clasped together, her left hand's remaining four fingers pointing upwards, and her right hand's four fingers pointing downwards. Sudden..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demone, why would the other party be able to change direction in an instant 。That kind of supersonic dash suddenly changing direction, not to mention whether the mecha itself could withstand such a change...