Toward the Huai Poetry, toward the heart of the perpetual furnace where the Huai Poetry is located.

Do your best.

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But what was faster than him was the "darkness" that erupted from the fire!

It was a pure and huge disaster.

Just being is enough to make the whole world twist and break the miracle!

Like a volcanic eruption, darkness swept across the clouds, instantly covering the entire dusk land, and even covering the eternal dusk light, causing everything to fall into the darkness where you can't see your fingers!

That's...hateful!

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!

Under that extremely pure hatred, even the entire dusk land resonates!

But unlike the resentment left by the founders, it is the "hate" that never surrenders, never retreats, and never regrets!

Contains indescribable aversion.

I hate this world, all cowards, all betrayals, the death of my companions, and the powerlessness of my own.

Hate everything.

Even the most hated...

——It’s hell!

Hate is like a tide, enough to fill the seven seas, cover the present situation, turn into an extinct tide, wipe out all impurities, pull all enemies, and destroy them with yourself!

It is hard to imagine what kind of soul is that it will leave such a huge hatred and what obsession is that it will make this hatred so pure that the world will distort it!

Now, hatred turns into a sea of ​​clouds.

From the deep sea, the sleeping broken soul was so crazy that it swallowed the flesh and blood of the beast of immortality, and extracted the endless vitality.

Once again, he opened his eyes from the darkness.

A glimpse of hatred to the world.

Look, Gala!
Chapter completed!