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!
