CHAPTER 218
The Minotaur stared at the approaching Felix calmly, as if the boy was a mere pest.
Then, with minimal effort, it lifted its mace in front of its face, absorbing the impact from the werewolf's blow.
A low boom echoed through the cavern as the strike connected with the spikes on the mace, piercing through the werewolf's fist and drawing blood instantly.
Swinging its massive hand to the side, the beast attempted to throw Felix away from its weapon.
The werewolf anticipated the move, leaping back just in time to avoid being caught in the follow-through.
He kept a safe distance for fear of a counterattack—which came the very moment his feet touched the ground.
The mace was whipping from the side with such immense speed that it even took the werewolf by surprise for a moment.
