"Ah..."
The Witch God let out a miserable scream as he fiercely crashed onto the ground from midair, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The onlooking crowd wore dumbfounded expressions, completely unable to understand what had just happened.
"What's going on!?"
"If I'm not mistaken, this old man is supposedly the legendary Witch God who has perfected witchcraft to its limit."
"Right, he seemed like he was about to use witchcraft on Thunder God, then suddenly he just fell to the ground."
"Should we go help him up!?"
"Do you have a lot of money!?"
"Uh, never mind then, old people can't afford it these days."
"Could it be that this old man collapsed because his body was exhausted, leading to excessive sweating and a loss of electrolytes, causing certain parts to become overly excited!?"
"Can you speak human!?"
"It means he overdid it, used too much, and that's why his little brother got excited and cramped up."
"No way! This old guy is so old, can it still be used!?"
