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

not scales, but faint dragon-shaped dark patterns. 。These faint markings are not always present, but rather appear and disappear, floating on the surface, emitting a strange glow. 。"This is what What..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon, forming a large net. It was like catching thunder, completely encasing the three bolts of lightning within it. 。In an instant, the surface of the Lei Ming Yan Yu vine flashed with blue and purple l...