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

e and didn't go down. He raised his right hand, pointed coldly at the location of the waiting Shrek Seven Devils, and then beckoned them over with his finger. 。 Admit defeat Can you admit defeat in..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demone, lacking any trace of blood. Most alarmingly, a strange pattern appeared on her forehead. It was a dark red color and resembled a ghostly face, which seemed to be alive, constantly writhing with a...