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

had never encountered such a strange customer. "Take the chair away" What did that even mean Dancekong quickly showed her what it meant with his actions. 。A pale blue light rippled from his hand, and..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonthe Black Emperor, the sheer volume was incredible! Those abyssal creatures obliterated by long-range attacks would inevitably erupt with massive amounts of energy. And a large portion of that energy...