Hearing that these evil spirits couldn't resurrect without limit, Leng Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He was very afraid that all his efforts up until now would turn out to be nothing but bubbles.
They turned their gaze to the side, looking at Ren Fengxiang, wanting to see what kind of dungeon he would create.
The outskirts of Jiang Che's dungeon were all enveloped by the Dark Forest, grotesque human faces twisted horribly on the trunks, and the moment Ren Fengxiang's consciousness sank in, the forest within range began to wither.
The originally shadowy woods, with black leaves blotting out the sky, and tangled branches like fangs in a beast's maw, were now changing.
Now, the gray mist in the forest was fading, and sunlight once again spilled onto the ground.
As the dungeon started to generate, Ren Fengxiang's face twisted in agony.
