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

ery behind it. 。Just as he arrived, a piercing whistle echoed from afar, and a dozen or so lights flew toward him. 。A figure, pitch-black from head to toe, towering over eight meters tall. Three pairs...o these senior comrades of the Blood God Camp, he really wasn't anything. 。At first, when he took over for Blood Nine, there was a sense of smug satisfaction in his heart. But now, at this moment, tha...