Just as everyone thought that his Dungeon wouldn't spawn any strange things, they saw pots beginning to appear one after another across the black wasteland.
The black-brown earthen pots varied in size, embedded in the soil one after another.
The pots were of different sizes, but all of identical shape.
Seeing the continually appearing pots in the wasteland, Leng Feng couldn't help but feel a wave of dread in his heart.
The human swine punishment had always been among the harshest penalties for humans.
History books have recounted the miseries of human swine again and again—those people could barely stay alive.
And to be sealed in a jar would be enough to erase the courage of any life.
In Ren Fengxiang's Dungeon, the mouth of each spawning pot was dark and deep; those who looked at them would quickly avert their gaze, as if one extra glance would get them swallowed up.
Ren Fengxiang frowned, his face growing pale.
