However, what made Ban Ming's heart sank was that although the intention of founding allowed his injured soul to recover quickly, it could not resolve or expel the resentment in his soul. The pain of being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time still existed.

Even under the stimulation of the founding intention, the resentment that penetrated the soul like maggots on his tars became even more violent. The burst in an instant almost caused Ban Ming's will to collapse, so he hurriedly stopped.

Ban Ming finally realized some clues after experiencing it carefully.

"These resentment is not so much a resentment as a...curse, the dead sentient beings in the world. The curse on me has made me live in pain all the time and made me worse than death."

Shaking his head secretly, Ban Ming understood a little. Even the founding intention could not completely resolve the resentment of the vast world and the dead sentient beings towards him.

Fortunately, as his soul recovered, he felt that he had a connection with his body and could turn his eyelids and move his fingers.

Ban Ming was at a loss as to how to resolve this curse power. He moved his neck and raised his head very stiffly, noting that the vortex of resentment above was slowly gathering.

And at this moment, suddenly, Ban Ming felt as if he was being targeted by something terrible, and his body and mind were cold.

At the same time, Ban Ming did not know that a battle related to him was happening on the edge of the Ghost City Star Domain.

Many powerful demon clans, including Xi Mengyan, were all looking at the young man in white in the void ahead as if he was facing a great enemy.

Even the powerful man in the Destruction Realm had a solemn look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!