But this time, Wu Feng merely feinted, forcing that person back before his true body left the area.
Wu Feng flashed to a spot about a hundred kilometers away.
There was a city there.
Many people lived inside the city.
These people had one very peculiar trait: they all looked exactly alike.
They were all rather handsome, and they were all men.
Yet none of them looked happy. After Wu Feng examined them carefully, he discovered that their bodies were merely shells, their insides hollowed out long ago.
Simply put, these people were walking corpses.
Clearly, someone was controlling them.
They played all sorts of roles there.
From children to parents, from roadside peddlers to wealthy gentlemen from prominent families, each of them woodenly played their part.
Wu Feng could sense that a black thread was connected to each of them, leading to the highest point in the city.
It was a resplendent tower, glittering with gold and jade.
Wu Feng flew over and descended onto the tower.
A man sat cross-legged atop the tower, surrounded by countless totems.
These floating totems included animals and plants, as well as wind, thunder, rain, and lightning.
The totems flapped and unleashed endless power, all of it entering the man's body with every breath he took.
Wu Feng slowly approached the room inside the tower.
The room was enormous, measuring nearly three thousand square meters.
Yet it felt extremely crowded because there were simply far too many totems surrounding the man.
The man had originally kept his eyes closed, but after Wu Feng entered, he quickly opened them. He casually waved both hands, and all the totems vanished at once.
Then the man stood up, walked to within five meters of Wu Feng, and stopped.
"Did you also come from the Primordial Wasteland?"