The Barbarian God had a cutting face, laced with ridicule:
"What? When I ate other children, you didn’t want to rebel, but now that it’s your grandson, you’re thinking of betrayal?"
The elder’s face was mixed with both shame and anger, finally mocking himself:
"There was no other way left. As an elder of the tribe, this time’s offering, it didn’t matter who it was, I could only go down together with you, the greedy Barbarian God."
"If I die, it is merely the extinction of my tribe."
"If I don’t resist, and let you keep eating like this, with no new children, it will also mean extinction sooner or later."
"Moreover, you’re right...this is my last grandson, the only bloodline I have left."
"His father went to battle with the Barbarian Soldiers..."
"A few days ago, I dreamed of his father on the battlefield, covered in blood, without a head. I then knew my son probably was dead."
The elder’s face suddenly seemed to age tremendously, with a sense of despair mixed with determination.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed the Sacrificial Knife at the Barbarian God, "Therefore, all of this can only end with my old life."
The Barbarian God’s expression grew cold, "To dare raise a knife against a deity, I suppose you have resigned to your fate."
"Very well, let me first devour you, old slave, then your grandson, so your family may reunite."
The Barbarian God’s face suddenly twisted into a grotesque smile, then with a casual wave, a vast blue-black claw mark tore through the air, reaching for the elder.
The elder waved his left hand, and a few Hyena Demon Spirits flew from the flag, clashing with the Barbarian God’s deadly strike.
The shockwave spread, momentarily filling the air with telekinesis.
The Barbarian God was somewhat surprised, "You actually learned Witchcraft?"
The elderly barbarian maintained a cold expression, continuing to wave the flag.
This flag seemed like a peculiar Evil Object of the Divine Way, devouring the elder’s divine thought with each motion, using part of the telekinesis as a guide to summon demon spirits for battle.
The demon spirits he summoned were not weak either.
Against ordinary cultivators, they were enough to consume the opponent’s divine thought.
Unfortunately, he faced a Barbarian God that fed on human souls.
Although these demon spirits could fight the Barbarian God, clearly they were no match, and after several rounds, they would be killed and devoured by the Barbarian God, who would then be nourished.
The elderly barbarian’s expression was grave.
His only hope of defeating the Barbarian God was to use every means for a swift battle.
The human divine thought couldn’t compare to that of the Barbarian God’s; prolonged conflict would certainly exhaust him, leading to death.
If he died, then his tribe would surely perish too.
In the harsh Great Wilderness, without him, a Foundation Establishment Elder, even a Second Grade Monster Beast could wipe out their little tribe.
Not to mention, he had completely offended the Barbarian God now.
If they didn’t kill or severely wound the Barbarian God, their tribe would absolutely be eradicated under his wrath.
Only by fighting to the death, there was no other option.
The elderly barbarian disregarded the loss of divine soul, starting to wave the flag, using Witchcraft to summon even more powerful demon spirits.
As the Witchcraft operated, the elder’s face grew even paler.
But his witch flag, guided by divine thought, summoned a Second Grade Yellow Dire Wolf.
The Yellow Dire Wolf, under the elder’s command, immediately rushed forward, battling the Barbarian God.
But the elder’s moves were not over. He used the Sacrificial Knife to stab into his own arm.
The Sacrificial Knife glowed with blood patterns, and then a mysterious power fed back into the elderly barbarian.
His hunched posture gradually straightened, increasing in height.
His limbs became sturdier, muscles expanded, and his entire body seemingly reverted to his youth, transforming into a warrior of the barbarians.
Upon the completion of sacrificing life with the Sacrificial Knife.
The elder immediately charged forward, engaging fiercely with the Barbarian God.
One man, one wolf, battling a Barbarian God, the struggle endured fiercely for a long time.
This battle of divine thought was extremely perilous.
As the aura of the Barbarian God grew faint, a glimmer of hope sparked within the elder’s heart, believing he could defeat the Barbarian God.
A flash of blue-black light, the Barbarian God’s figure suddenly vanished.
The elder was stunned, then alarmed, hurriedly trying to turn around, but it was already too late.
His shoulder had already been pierced by a sharp claw.
The yellow wolf lunged to attack the Barbarian God.
Yet the Barbarian God grasped its throat, violently snapping its neck, and then, with a bloodthirsty maw, swallowed it whole.
The elder’s face turned despondent.