Within the Small World, vegetation was sparse and resources were scarce.
Six members of the Nine-Eyed Tribe had been exiled here. Though they were powerful, they could only struggle to survive.
Yet the faith in their hearts allowed them to endure tenaciously even in such harsh conditions.
They firmly believed that if they persevered, they would eventually be rescued.
But the rescue they awaited from the Nine-Eyed Evil God never came. Han Wu came instead.
When Han Wu descended, his majesty filled the entire Small World.
The six Nine-Eyed Tribesmen hurriedly gathered together.
The three stronger tribesmen, who possessed Lesser Thousand World Level strength, shielded the other three Small World Level tribesmen.
Using his consciousness, Han Wu sensed that one of the three Small World Level Nine-Eyed Tribesmen was female.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you." Han Wu made a friendly gesture and offered them a great deal of food to show his goodwill.
Yet his actions did not sway the Nine-Eyed Tribesmen in the slightest.
"Evil God, don't think you can shake our unwavering will with food! Lord Nine-Eyed Saint Lord will surely come and rescue us!" the Nine-Eyed Tribesmen declared resolutely.
Han Wu smiled. "The Nine-Eyed Evil God is already dead. He died beneath my Mixed Dragon Breath. Your race's god is gone."
Instead of believing him, the Nine-Eyed Tribesmen revealed mocking smiles.
"Evil God, don't think you can deceive us. Even separated by who knew how many dimensions, we can still sense Lord Nine-Eyed Saint Lord's existence. The one you killed was merely one of Lord Saint Lord's bodies!"
Han Wu's expression turned solemn after hearing that.
To be honest, he found it difficult to believe the Nine-Eyed Tribesmen's words.
But seeing their resolute expressions and sensing not the slightest ripple in their emotions,