In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
Xia Ping traveled through world after world in the Evil God Universe. Over the past year, he had gained a general understanding of the ordinary lifeforms within it.
In truth, the Human Race was the main lifeform of the Evil God Universe. They accounted for the overwhelming majority and were spread across every great world.
The problem was that the Human Race was also the weakest race, existing at the very bottom. If one had to use an analogy, they were food.
The evil gods had no need for human faith. They fed on emotions of fear—the more fear there was, the stronger the evil gods became.
Therefore, all they needed was for humans to feel fear and dread the evil gods.
Because of this, the humans of this universe lived in extreme misery. At the slightest provocation, they would be slaughtered to the last by the evil gods' servants.
If an evil god happened to be in the mood, it would swallow all the humans of an entire world in one bite and turn them into food.
Even when the evil gods slept, countless aberrations would be born in every world. These aberrations and the evil gods' servants would likewise claim the lives of ordinary humans.
Ordinary humans had absolutely no means of resistance.
Of course, there were also powerful humans.
The problem was that there were far too few of them. They simply could not protect the vast majority of humanity.
Most importantly, this universe had long been thoroughly corroded by the power of the evil gods. Thus, if humans wished to gain power, they had to become infected with the energy of evil gods, worship evil gods, and obtain power from them.
But how could frail humans