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

earthen wall. He grabbed hold of it tightly and lifted it up, holding it like a shield in front of him, blocking the wind blades that were charging towards him. 。 More than a hundred wind wolves..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demons, and didn't you win this Five Gods Showdown 。Okay, you rest now. 。> I hope you can still have such wonderful performances tomorrow. 。Oh, and by the way, if you don't solve my sister's problem, I wi...