igh. Under the bloom of his gun intent, his spirit was shaken. Even with the mecha as a barrier, it couldn't stop this feeling of being overwhelmed. 。It was in such a situation that Tang Wulin, bringi..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demone speed, he pushed his body forward. Just the impact force from that speed alone would be unbearable for soul masters of the same level, let alone if they were to attack as well. 。But for Tang Wulin,...
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon