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

。The original folded wings opened again, flapping at the same time. 。Two gigantic, azure blades of wind suddenly shot out, alternating as they attacked Zhang Yangzi. 。At the same time, the blue bird..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonlot he once was. His long spear shot up quickly, its tip poised with pinpoint accuracy, aimed at the very center of the shield's underside. 。Ling Wu Yue had told him that all rotating weapons, the cor...