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

only four fingers, all with claws, and on top there were fine, dense scales like saw teeth. 。The arms weren't particularly muscular, even bordering on slender. However, when that punch landed, the ent..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon that figure again, the young man from back then, commanding six soul spirits to attack him. 。Once upon a time, I was filled with so much anger. As a soul beast, they were willing to be used by humans...