"Ancestor." The clan chief dropped to his knees.
As a middle-aged old man whose body, vitality, and spirit were at their peak, the head of the Darkness Clan, and someone shouldering the responsibility for the survival of human society as a whole—
He should have been incomparably resolute, incomparably tenacious.
Even if his head were severed and blood poured from his body, he should have endured and passed on his responsibilities. He was the one in whom everyone had placed their hopes.
Everyone trusted him, which was why they had chosen him as clan chief.
At this critical moment, he was not only the head of a clan, but also the leader of all exorcists, and even the leader of humanity.
His position was exceptionally unique.
Yet at this moment, tears instantly streamed down the face of such a man.
"Ancestor, is there really no other way?"
"For example, is there any way for any one of us to take your place as the sacrifice? Even if it's me, I have no objections."
"The sacrifice target can be everyone in the world, but it absolutely cannot be you! As long as there is another way, we can do it. No sacrifice is too great!"
"You have already done enough for us Marrow Eaters. Over these thousand years, your legacy has saved countless lives. The person who should least be sacrificed in this world is you!"
"How can we possibly stand by and watch you come to this point?" The clan chief looked up at Wu Heng with eyes full of grief.
His tears were sincere, and so were his words.
Wu Heng could sense the thoughts in his heart. Before Wu Heng, his inner thoughts were like an open book.
Whatever was written on any given page was plainly visible.