Sensing the attack, Ben let go of consuming blood and flew around to dodge the rapid succession of attacks.
"Arrrgrgrghhhhhhh!!" The werewolf screamed, its veins bulging up, and it began bruising through its skin. It sent another wave of lightning towards Ben, like a net he sent through fish.
Ben was cornered with no other option but to embrace for damage, and the wave of thunder hit him with a blast. While flying in the air, he reduced any lightning damage, but Ben was still thrown back into rubble by the impact of mana.
The blast was big and chaotic; clouds of dust formed in the air, and a small mountain of rubble was present where Ben was thrown just a moment ago. The werewolf, too, dropped to its knees, panting and coughing.
His vision was getting blurry and his senses were getting weaker; he had already depleted all of his magic in one last attack. Magic wasn't something he could regenerate in the moonlight, nor did he need to when all of his opponents were dealt with.
