"However, the purer something was, the more easily it could be tainted."
He suddenly tossed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner above his head.
The black banner unfurled on its own in midair, its seven-foot surface fully spread out to reveal a horrifying image upon it.
It was a graveyard heaped with countless withered bones, and at its center knelt a gigantic figure.
The figure's features were blurred beyond recognition, yet the resentment around it was so dense that even Xue Wuhen had to retreat three steps the instant he cast out the banner, lest he be caught in it.
"Ten Thousand Souls Banner—Resentment God Descent."
Xue Wuhen formed an exceedingly bizarre hand seal, his ten fingers intertwined and twisted together.
Dozens of black threads of blood surged from his fingertips, connecting him to the banner hanging in the air.
They continuously poured his life essence into the banner.
The graveyard scene on the banner suddenly came alive.
The enormous figure kneeling at the center of the graveyard slowly raised its head.
Within its blurred face, two clusters of ghastly green light lit up in its hollow eye sockets.
Then the figure slowly rose to its feet.
It stepped out of the banner.
With its first step beyond the banner, its body abruptly swelled in size.
When its second step landed upon the arena, its body doubled once more.
By the time it took its third step toward Yuan Sha, it had already grown to thirty zhang tall.
Its entire body was formed from countless twisted, entangled resentful souls, every wisp constantly writhing, tearing at, and devouring the others.
Fine, dense cracking sounds rang out, like tens of millions of insects gnawing at something all at once.
The Resentment God lowered its head and looked down upon Yuan Sha.
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