Wu Feng watched from the side, careful not to let either of them notice him.
Wu Feng could easily sense that this man exuded a feeling of great beauty and happiness.
But this feeling gradually began to seem wrong to Wu Feng.
After all, this man was not a normal cultivator, but an uncanny man capable of devouring the uncanny.
The substitute also sensed that something was wrong. He cupped his hands toward the man and said, "Fellow Daoist, since you don't really need what I offered, I'll leave now."
With that, the substitute turned around and flashed away, trying to leave the cemetery.
But the next moment, when the flash ended, the substitute found that nothing had changed. He was still standing where he had been.
"You—you did something to me?" The substitute's expression shifted slightly as he angrily roared at the uncanny man.
The uncanny man merely smiled. "Fellow Daoist, I've already become uncanny. Things like spirit stones and magical treasures are meaningless to me. But your body is quite good."
"You jest, Fellow Daoist. Are you trying to force me to stay?"
The substitute calmly watched the uncanny man and said coldly, "I was able to walk in from outside Nether City and come this deep. That proves my strength. How dare you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid of making me angry?"
As he spoke, the substitute used Wu Feng's body and soul to unleash tremendous might. A large number of spatial cracks even began appearing above the cemetery, showing just how powerful Wu Feng was now.
The uncanny man was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, he laughed teasingly. "Little brother, are you overthinking things?"
"I only want your soul right now. After all, you're uncanny too. I'll absorb your uncanny nature and continue