After defeating Wen Chong, the barrier shrouding the black island vanished, and Wang Yi and Wen Chong flew out at the same time.
Wen Chong glanced at Wang Yi, then silently flew back to his own camp.
Wang Yi also flew back to where his camp was located.
The so-called camp was really just a place where several tribes gathered. There was no specific layout; everyone simply claimed their own territory.
When Wang Yi flew back, the Shetu Tribe and the tribes that had once accompanied Wang Yi to the royal court erupted in excitement.
All of them looked at him with blazing eyes.
"Ha ha, Brother Tiemuda, congratulations! You defeated Wen Chong and won a thousand tokens." The blue-skinned, one-eyed burly man spoke excitedly, as though he himself had defeated the formidable enemy.
Wang Yi had come together with the Shetu Tribe. When Wang Yi gained glory, the others felt honored as well.
Another Native Life resembling a black crow flapped its wings and spoke in a piercing voice. "Brother Tiemuda is so strong that obtaining ten thousand tokens next should be effortless."
"Yes, participating in the Sacred Sacrifice will be as easy as pie for Brother Tiemuda."
"With Brother Tiemuda's abilities, if he is chosen during the Sacred Sacrifice and enters Sacred Mountain, he may even become a legend in the future."
"When that time comes, we'll have to look up to Brother Tiemuda."
The leaders of the Native tribes were all exceedingly enthusiastic, showering him with praise.
Previously, they had respected and admired Tiemuda because he was strong.
But none of them had known that Tiemuda was actually this powerful, capable of easily defeating even Wen Chong of the royal court.
Such strength already far surpassed theirs.
Natives respected the strong.
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