Chapter 691: Legendary Fall
There was no fear, not even a hint of urgency, in the eyes of the white werewolf as he saw Shitaru vanish—nor when the massive spiked club descended upon him with the force to reduce his entire body to a pulp.
Ouroboros had long accepted that he couldn’t directly counter Shitaru’s teleportation abilities. But that was no weakness. Not for him. He had his own skills that more than made up for it.
"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!"
The spiked club struck with overwhelming strength, creating a crater that shook the ground and sent waves of energy rippling across the battlefield. Yet, it hit nothing but earth. The white werewolf had vanished.
Shitaru’s eyes widened in alarm. That scene... it was familiar. Uncomfortably so. Just like when he had fought Vlad. The Depravita of Wrath had teleported at the last second then.
However, Ouroboros hadn’t teleported. No—he had simply moved. Very, very fast!
Before Shitaru could react, a massive claw gripped the back of his head and slammed him into the ground with devastating force. The world exploded into fragments of sound and pain. Then came the barrage. Blow after blow, punches landed on the base of his skull, each one like a hammer of destruction. Explosions echoed with every hit.
The Half-Step Legends whom Shitaru had reprimanded just seconds before saw the struggle unfold. Yet they did not break focus. If they wanted to help him, they had to win their own battles first.
And now they had an opening.
With Shitaru’s warning that Vlad could no longer unleash his devastating aura-enhanced attacks, courage surged into their hearts like a divine wind. For the first time, they dared to march toward the Depravita of Wrath—hearts brimming with fury, blades gleaming with deadly intent.
Vlad had just severed the head of a Voroe Sage, sending the lifeless body crashing to the ground, when he noticed three Half-Step Legends advancing toward him. Their energy exploded outward, their eyes blazing with murderous purpose.