"Awooo!" With a wild howl, WereGarurumon took on a new form. Yet despite that imposing presence, those eyes had lost their spark. Perhaps Fallen WereGarurumon would have been a more fitting name.
WereGarurumon had no ability to fly. The earlier battle high above the ground had relied entirely on the densely packed high-rises and powerful leaps. But now, after leaping with all possible strength from a rooftop, WereGarurumon actually hovered steadily in midair.
Only after watching closely did Zheng Fan notice that all the red fur on WereGarurumon's body had puffed up, while strands of wind flowed over the black fur. WereGarurumon was expending no energy at all to stay airborne.
"Zheng Fan... big brother... enemy... I want..." WereGarurumon barely clung to the last shreds of reason, but Zheng Fan could see another streak of black appear in those eyes with every word.
"Hang in there, WereGarurumon. I'll look after Matt." Zheng Fan stared intently into WereGarurumon's eyes, but had already sent the Sword of Faith into WereGarurumon's mental world. Matt was WereGarurumon's faith, and this was all Zheng Fan could do.
"I hate WereGarurumon even more than I hate you, human. Whether it's WereGarurumon or Shadow Garurumon, I won't spare either," Myotismon said with a sneer. But the threat was meant to goad Zheng Fan into staying out of the fight rather than joining WereGarurumon against him. Myotismon had little confidence in facing two Ultimate-level enemies at once, especially when one was a madman.
Before Myotismon finished speaking, WereGarurumon charged forward, howling. WereGarurumon's strength was now so tremendous that even the Demon Blood Whip could be broken free of with ease. Myotismon wanted to put some distance between them, but WereGarurumon refused to let the opponent escape. Fortunately, WereGarurumon was not using any martial arts abilities now. Otherwise, Myotismon