Feeling the threads of faith connected to him, Han Wu was pleasantly surprised.
As a god, he naturally knew these were symbols of believers.
The sudden addition of hundreds of millions of believers was nothing short of an unexpected windfall for him.
The Faith Power contributed by these hundreds of millions of believers each day would, over the years, amount to no small fortune.
What was more, these believers from the Lost Continent could transform into monstrous undead, and their strength was beyond question.
Together with all the treasures obtained through the three routes,
Han Wu's exploration of the Lost Continent could only be described as a massive haul!
Closing his eyes, Han Wu could sense hundreds of millions of flickering points of light across the entire Lost Continent.
Each point represented a member of the Lost Continent, and also meant that Han Wu had gained control over the entire Lost Continent.
Some of these points were large and dazzling, while others were tiny and dim.
Han Wu knew that this phenomenon represented the strength of the Lost Continent's members.
And the strongest among them was located within the ruins of the relic.
The corners of Han Wu's mouth rose.
By a strange twist of fate, E Lai had become a member of the Lost Continent during this journey, causing him to repeatedly return from death.
It was both his fortune and his calamity.
After all, every member of the Lost Continent was a believer Han Wu could develop.
With strength as great as E Lai's, once he was cultivated into a believer, the faith he contributed each day would have to be measured in units of divinity.
Yet when Han Wu carefully sensed E Lai's faith purity, he found that E Lai possessed practically no piety toward him, this