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

the huge dark magic scythe in his hand rose, held on his shoulder, and the surface of the scythe flickered with a dark purple glow. 。A shower of ice cones was shattered by their powerful shockwaves b..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonn meters tall. Its reddish-brown fur emitted a faint golden glow as it moved. Most surprisingly, there was a third eye on its forehead. >>>。It was a golden vertical pupil, shimmering with an eerie lig...