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

and angular. The fingertips narrowed and the nails grew long and sharp, like claws.The Grass Serpent Soul Spirit's golden light that was originally coiled around his wrist now shimmered on his entire...d again. 。Even though he was only listening to Wuhun's description, Tang Wulin still felt dizzy and overwhelmed. 。He could clearly feel the grandeur and immensity depicted in the mural. 。In the midst...