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

light bands that hovered around his chest. At the core of each band, a crystal about the size of a fingernail, shaped like a rhombus, hung suspended there quietly. 。... ----------------------------... been vomited out earlier, I was sober now. But my head was wet and clammy, feeling the impact of whatever had happened. My body trembled, my lips were pale, but slowly I could start to make out the p...