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

ll falling downwards. 。“Ah! My spirit ring” 。"Bai Qi let out a scream, clearly panicked, struggling with all his might." 。Tang Wulin looked down, the ground seemed very close. He was always decisive..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonuntless ice cones even growing on its surface. Tang Wulin's mech, on the other hand, had turned a brilliant gold. The two mechs were clearly no longer at the level of standard models. In almost an ins...