He was just kneeling on the ground, bowing his head.
This child, carrying a golden sword and resembling a "golden boy," had already severed the head of the majestic, colossal, and terrifying Barbarian God.
The extremely absurd scene shattered Iron Skill Bone's sanity.
Iron Skill Bone smiled foolishly, thinking to himself:
"I understand, I understand, this is an illusion..."
"All of this is false, it's all imaginary, it can't be, it absolutely can't be..."
"I've been ensnared by an Illusion Technique, I've fallen prey to some Evil Technique, I've had hallucinations, I'm still dreaming, I danced to please the Barbarian God, my madness hasn't subsided yet..."
Iron Skill Bone suddenly felt an expected sense.
