175 Chapter 163: Prep For War; Unbearable Force (P2)

The shock at the sight sends me reeling in and out of stupor in confusion. Fortunately for me, however, I've still got Death Grip activated.

Without pause to think any further than the giant beast hurtling towards me I unleash the dozen palms of Necrotic death.

The green tendrils fly out to grip the charging Werebear's fur.

But I've made a vital mistake. I've underestimated the Werebear's speed.

The beast roars and ducks under the incoming danger of green, plentiful hands of death but does not stop its charge.

Time seems to slow down as it dawns on me that in but a few seconds I'll be tackled by this hulking figure tumbling and galloping towards me.

Thinking a mile per millisecond I come up with only one solution, and once I do, time starts up again.

With an ear-splitting, thunderous roar the Werebear slams into me with the force and weight twice of that of a fine horse.