The Barbarian Tribe elder stood rooted to the spot like a stone statue. With all the experience of his life, he had absolutely no idea what had just happened.
In the dazzling golden light, he seemed to have seen the brave and invincible tribal Barbarian God torn apart bare-handed by a juvenile... monster of unknown origin, then swallowed into its belly.
Even if Wutu Volcano erupted, it would not be more appalling than this.
The Barbarian Tribe elder began to tremble all over. Filled with terror, he widened his cloudy eyes, wanting to look at the existence within that mass of golden light, unknowable to mortals.
But once the Barbarian God died, the dream shattered.
The surrounding stone temple and altar began to twist.
When everything settled, the Barbarian Tribe elder opened his eyes and found that he was still kneeling inside the cave, before that crude and rough offering table.
The Blood Patterns beneath his feet had not yet dried, and before him was an empty stone wall.
The heat of the mountains, the low cries of birds and beasts, the stale smell and chill air of the cave all gradually flowed back into his fleshly body.
The Barbarian Tribe elder only felt as if he had had a dream.
In the dream, he had mustered his courage and fought the Barbarian God valiantly, but even after exhausting every trick in his body, he still could do nothing to the Barbarian God.
Just then, the God Lord descended from the heavens and casually suppressed and killed the Barbarian God.
In all the days and nights of the past, there had not been a single moment when he had not longed for this. Occasionally, he had even had dreams like this.
But he knew this did not make sense.
This