The King of the Savages looked at Yang Xiao,
with a smile on his face,
he simply couldn't imagine how this young man could be capable of fighting the Witch Star people and saving the Savage tribes.
For many years, the King of the Savages had tried various possible methods,
but none of the methods could save the fate of the Savages, he could only watch helplessly as the population of the Savages continuously decreased, their territory relentlessly shrinking.
In the entire Witch Star, the Savages had been squeezed into just over twenty such Primitive Forests, barely surviving.
Compared to over a hundred years ago, the population of Savages on the Purple Origin Star had reduced by more than ninety percent, this was an extremely bloody historical process.
Moreover, they all knew that when the people of Witch Star needed to mine here, he would be driven away, slaughtered, at that time, even the remaining Savages would be killed.
It was just a matter of sooner or later.
