Chapter 566: Voroe Sage’s Mage
Ouroboros took a deep breath as he focused on the Voroe Sage, calculating his next move with meticulous precision. While the gory and striking wound on the humanoid lion was far more visually dramatic than his own shattered shoulder, the reality was clear—he was on the losing side of this battle.
The Depravita’s natural regeneration abilities, granted by his Depravita Constitution, had already begun the arduous process of mending his fractured bone, but full recovery would take time, and time was a luxury he didn’t have. The Voroe Sage was not the kind of opponent to wait.
"BOOM!"
The ground beneath them fractured and cracked as the humanoid lion charged forward with terrifying force. His body radiated an aura of immense weight and sharpness, seemingly capable of cutting through any defense with sheer brute strength. Ouroboros knew he couldn’t afford to let his enemy control the tempo of the fight. If he did, he would be overwhelmed. So, instead of waiting, he moved.
"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"
Explosions rang across the canyon as the white werewolf and the golden humanoid lion collided with earth-shaking force. Their fists, claws, and feet struck and countered each other in a blur of movement. Every impact generated shockwaves, sending dust and debris flying in every direction. As the battle raged on, blood splattered across the terrain, painting a gruesome picture of the violent exchange.
Yet, as the fight grew more intense, Ouroboros’ crippled left arm became a glaring weakness. The Voroe Sage was no amateur; he was a seasoned warrior who exploited every flaw he detected. He shifted his attacks, relentlessly focusing on Ouroboros’ injured side. Blow after blow landed, each deepening the already brutal wounds on the Depravita of Greed’s body.
A sharp and deadly gleam flashed in the Voroe Sage’s eyes as he saw an opportunity. With a growl, he pushed his power to the absolute limit and activated his Sage Ability. His right claw morphed into a massive golden drill, its surface covered in intricate spirals of rotating energy, glowing with raw destructive force. It was a weapon capable of piercing through mountains and aimed directly at Ouroboros’ vulnerable left side.
Ouroboros’ eyes widened in alarm. If that attack landed, it would be fatal. He had no time for hesitation. Just as it seemed like he was doomed, he triggered his Depravita Aura, unleashing two waves of its dark energy—one enhancing his Demon Soul and the other fueling the power of his Runic Sect.