"Ribbit!"
Although the giant frog greatly disliked such an icy and snowy environment, having reached here, it had no other choice.
It croaked, and its Divine Soul power surged wildly, trickling thread by thread towards the Frog Tribe's Witch.
The Frog Tribe's Witch's skin had originally been loose, and his hair was gray.
But once he absorbed the power of the Frog God, his scalp darkened at a visible rate, his skin, once like old tree bark, regained its luster, and his cloudy eyes became captivatingly vivid.
"Witchcraft Power, it's Witchcraft Power!"
The Frog Tribe's Witch trembled with excitement.
Since the demise of the old Frog God, the Frog Tribe's Witch had lost his Witchcraft Power, unable to perform witchcraft, or communicate with the Frog God. Even his ability to heal had significantly diminished.
