The Wood Elf tribe's enemies were not limited to the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Tribe.
More precisely, there was not a single race on this Golden Small Planet that did not bully the Wood Elf tribe.
Previously, the Wood Elf tribe had been weak.
No matter how excessive the demands of other races were, they could only hold their noses and accept them.
But now, after defeating the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Tribe twice, the Wood Elf tribe had completely risen to its feet.
They wanted to tear up every humiliating agreement they had previously signed with other races.
As a result, even more races came, wanting to show the Wood Elves what they were made of.
But under Han Wu's calculations,
not one of the races that came to strut their power was able to return normally.
The wooden cages within the Wood Elf tribe grew more numerous by the day.
The entire Wood Elf tribe was immersed in prayers of "Praise the god, long live the god," never stopping even at night.
Faced with Han Wu's oppression, the other races did not dare resist in the slightest.
Because countless facts had proven that being stubbornly reckless led only to a dead end.
If they wanted to live, the only path was to believe in the god.
And as the various races cultivated Saints, Han Wu had more and more Authority options he could load.
But having tasted the benefits of merging and replacing abilities of the same type but different quality, Han Wu deliberately selected low-level abilities to bestow.
As he sent the Saints back to their respective tribes, Han Wu gained more sources of Faith Power.
This caused the Faith Power he harvested over these past few days to rise tremendously every day.
His own divinity increased rapidly.
Five days later,