The Pot Immortal was short in stature, exceedingly ugly, unkempt, with a large mouth like a tiger, covered in pockmarks, and eyes as small as green beans. He carried a stone jar as big as a person of B-class size on his back.
He was covered in bloodstains, but it was unclear whether they were his own or someone else's. However, he was indeed injured, with terrifying and hideous scars from swords and knives.
A piece of skin on his chest was torn off.
Currently, he was trapped by the Iron Net, but instead of panicking, he scanned the crowd and saw they were just a mob.
With a sinister tone, he said, "Here to deliver themselves for soup again."
Li Xian frowned, finding this person extremely ugly. Not daring to slack off, he immediately shouted, "Activate the array!"
Four net holders stood on each side, sprinting quickly in a circle. The Iron Net, under tension, wound even tighter around the Pot Immortal.
