Then he flung his arms wide, all ten pitch-black fingers clawing at the Resentment God's enormous body.
The instant his fingers pierced the Resentment God's body, the magma cracks along his arms blazed to their utmost brilliance.
Dark-red Demonic Dao laws surged wildly through his ten fingers and into the Resentment God.
Pure Demonic Dao Origin power collided violently within the Resentment God with the resentment power accumulated over countless billions of years.
The Resentment God's thirty-zhang-tall body began to tremble violently, while the countless twisting faces of resentful souls across its surface howled miserably in unison.
As if scorched by blazing fire, those resentful soul faces rapidly shriveled, withered, and split apart, peeling from the Resentment God piece by piece and turning into ash-gray dust that drifted through the air.
The Resentment God was shrinking.
Thirty zhang shrank to twenty, twenty to ten, and ten to five.
In the end, the enormous Resentment God was reduced to nothing more than a broken soul mass about three zhang high.
The soul mass was covered in dark-red cracks, and Demonic Dao's origin flames continued to seep from their depths.
Yuan Sha withdrew his hands.
The magma cracks in his palms had dimmed considerably, and more than half his armor had shattered, exposing the pitch-black skin beneath, riddled with holes from the spikes of resentment.
Threads of black resentment still lingered around the wounds, slowly eroding him, but his Demonic Dao Origin power was visibly driving them out and burning them away one by one.
He looked at the broken Resentment God soul mass.
Then he grinned.
"Not bad. This Resentment God of yours has more kick than plenty of Quasi-Saints I've fought before."
Xue Wuhen stood behind him, his face far paler than before.
When the Resentment God descended, the Ten