Under Han Wu's pressure, the gray wolf tribe was forced to submit.
As Threads of Faith connected to Han Wu one after another,
the rate at which his divinity increased sped up another notch.
Still, these gray wolves had ultimately submitted only because of his oppression, so their faith was not stable enough.
For this, Han Wu could only feed the flesh of those Divine Realm Players to the wolf pack first.
But this method would only work for a while.
Faith built through material things would also disappear as those materials ran short.
Han Wu was certain that once he left and stopped providing food for these gray wolves,
they would definitely forget him before long.
When that happened, the Threads of Faith would break as well.
The most reliable method was still to cultivate a saint.
He could let the saint replace him and continuously spread the faith, keeping it alive without interruption.
Han Wu fixed his gaze on the Gray Wolf King.
As the king of the gray wolf tribe, the Gray Wolf King was stronger than the other gray wolves.
But in terms of intelligence, it was no smarter than the rest.
Han Wu could use intimidation to make himself the Gray Wolf King's psychological shadow, but he could not make the Gray Wolf King become his saint through such means.
Did that mean he had to give up this Black Iron Small Planet?
As Han Wu pondered, he saw a little wolf cub foolishly run toward him.
It seemed to have smelled the aura of a Divine Realm Player on him.
The little wolf cub instinctively opened its mouth, whose teeth had not even fully grown in, and bit down on Han Wu's leg.
Han Wu did not feel any pain at all.
But the