soon as the glyph appeared, pale golden lines began to extend from Tang Wulin's forehead down his body. 。That was a delicate, net-like golden pattern that spread throughout his body in almost the blin..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon 。But this strike of light cleaved through the pressure brought by Tang Wulin's fist. The black cat figure instantly became illusory, taking advantage of the gap it had created to vanish in a flash....
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon