Line of Fate

"Ah..."

The Witch God let out a miserable scream and slammed viciously into the ground from midair, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The spectators around them were utterly baffled, completely unable to understand what had happened.

"What's going on!?"

"If I heard correctly, that old man should be the legendary Witch God, the one who cultivated witchcraft to its ultimate level."

"That's right. He seemed to be planning to use witchcraft on the Thunder God just now, but for some reason, he collapsed and stopped moving."

"Should we go help him up!?"

"Is your family rich!?"

"Uh, then forget it. Old people are too expensive these days."

"Could this old man be suffering from physical exhaustion, causing excessive sweating and electrolyte loss, which put a certain part of his body into an excited state!?"

"Can you speak human language!?"

"He lacked restraint and used it too much, so his little brother got excited and cramped up."

"No way! He's already so old. Can he still use it!?"

"Who knows? Maybe he was just released, so he got excited and felt something."

"That makes sense. They say that after three years in prison, even a sow looks like Diao Chan—let alone after several million years."

"..."

Undying Xuan Shao and the others stood dumbfounded. These people's imaginations were not merely impressive—they were terrifyingly impressive.

"How could this happen!?"

The Witch God trembled as he rose from the ground, staring gravely at Wang Hao in the distance. Wang Hao was clearly holding a doll in one hand and a golden needle in the other.

Wang Hao sighed. "I already told you I knew witchcraft, but you refused to believe me. Who can you blame for that?"

The Witch God cried out, "Impossible! You're just a twenty-year-old brat. How could you possibly