Rather, in a mind filled with chaos and brutality, the concept of "obedience" simply does not exist.
As soon as it landed, before it could fully uncoil, it suddenly raised its head.
It aimed at the hovering Karl and opened its terrifying mouth, lined with sickle-shaped teeth.
FWOOSH! A thick, dark red liquid, reeking of strong corrosion, shot towards Karl like a high-pressure water cannon.
Karl frowned, and his hovering figure instantly shifted dozens of meters to the side, easily evading the overwhelming stream of corrosive liquid.
The dark red liquid splashed onto the exposed rocks and ground below, immediately emitting a loud hissing sound and billowing thick white smoke with a pungent odor.
The solid rock and soil were visibly corroded and rapidly dissolved, layer by layer collapsing.
In an instant, several bottomless corrosion craters with constantly expanding edges were formed.
A cold gleam flashed in Karl's eyes, and his displeasure reached its peak.
"What is this?" Judging by its appearance and attack style, could this be an otherworldly creature – a "Spitfire Demon"? He thought to himself.
"Standing upright, it definitely exceeds 150 centimeters in height, and when coiled, its size becomes even more exaggerated..."
"The most important thing is that it dared to attack the summoner as soon as it appeared?"
This blatant hostility and master-devouring behavior made Karl abandon any thoughts of communicating or trying to control it.
He hovered in the air, coldly watching as the other party below missed with its first strike.
Meanwhile, the Spitfire Demon, even more agitated, wildly swung its body, easily shattering the surrounding rocks.
"It seems this summoning spell is a trap..." Especially when summoning these beings from other worlds."
The Spitfire Demon raised its head and let out a piercing screech CRACK-CRACK.
With each opening and closing of its mouthparts, saliva poured down like a torrential rain, corroding the already devastated ground. It still considered Karl a target to be torn apart.
Karl snorted coldly in his heart, his figure suddenly blurred, and the next moment he appeared directly before the Spitfire Demon's huge compound eye.
So close that he could clearly feel the nauseating, sickening stench mixed with the corrosive liquid emanating from its mouthparts.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! The Spitfire Demon let out a low, guttural cry, as if sensing the provocation.
Suddenly, it expanded its mouthparts to their limit and furiously bit at Karl, who was only inches away.
For an ordinary person, this speed would be far too slow to react – enough to crush the sturdiest city walls like a cookie.
However, under Karl's dynamic vision, the Spitfire Demon's furious lunge gradually slowed down.
An obvious sneer and contempt curled at the corner of his mouth; he even glanced for a moment at the approaching guillotine-like teeth of its jaws.
Just as the mouthparts, filled with sticky saliva, were about to close and devour him, Karl deftly shifted to the side.
WHOOSH! The Spitfire Demon suddenly lunged into the air, the immense inertia sending its head forward, nearly causing it to trip over its own body.
It let out an increasingly frantic screech, wildly twisting its neck, trying to adjust its direction and launch another attack at this tiny but incredibly agile target.
But Karl gave it no other chance. BANG!! A deafening crash resounded.
Karl casually delivered a blow, a simple and unadorned punch to the side of the Spitfire Demon's jaw.
The force compressed in his fist exploded instantly. The hard, dark carapace spread from the surface of the fist, stretching a dense web of cracks like a spider's web.
ROAR! The Spitfire Demon let out a cry, completely different, filled with obvious pain.
Its head was struck by this irresistible force, suddenly tilting to the side, and a large pool of murky saliva uncontrollably gushed from its mouthparts.
Its body lost its balance, staggering to the right, and under the attack, the Spitfire Demon's rage was fully unleashed.
Its whip-like tail, composed of countless shells, let out a piercing shriek as it tore through the air, suddenly swinging and slicing through Karl's figure in the sky.
The power contained in this strike was enough to level a hill.
Facing this powerful tail swing, Karl hovered in place, not even the hem of his shirt rustling.
His gaze was calm as the spike-covered tail nearly touched his face.
Finally, he tilted his head back slightly, at the slightest possible angle.
SWOOSH!! Its tail carried immense force, whistling past his nose a hair's breadth away.
BOOM!! The Spitfire Demon's tail finally struck the open mountain ground below with force.
In an instant, the earth shook, mountains trembled, smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the ground directly struck collapsed into a deep pit.
Countless boulders were hurled into the air, then fell like a hail of meteors, leaving the surrounding ground riddled with holes.
Karl glanced down at the scene, which looked as if it had been devastated by a natural disaster, and clearly assessed the Spitfire Demon's power in his mind.
"Its pure physical strength is far greater than Borch's, but it seems incapable of casting spells."
"Too massive, sluggish, and far less maneuverable – at best a high-attack, high-health tank."
At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure flapping its wings on the distant horizon, approaching at incredible speed.
It was Borch, whom he had just mentioned, clearly drawn by the commotion here.
However, just as Karl's attention was diverted and focused on Borch, he was again hit by a strong, bloody stench.
Taking advantage of Karl's shifting gaze, the Spitfire Demon opened its mouth again.
A larger and more extensive dark red corrosive liquid rushed towards Karl like a flood breaking through a dam.
A hint of cunning and brutality, almost anthropomorphic, flickered in its tiny pupils, as if proud of its well-timed sneak attack.
Karl let out an impatient click of his tongue, watching this corrosive liquid capable of instantly melting steel and stone.
There was still not a trace of panic on his face. Instead of retreating, he moved forward, facing the overflowing dark red liquid, and slightly opened his mouth.
WHOOSH!! No incantation, no spell, just an exhale from his mouth.
But this simple exhalation, the moment it left his mouth, transformed into a cold stream that swept across the sky and earth.
CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! A series of freezing sounds rang out intensively.
Starting from Karl, a visible silver-white frost rapidly spread forward in a fan shape.
The grass, stones, and even the flying dust on the ground below,
the moment they touched the cold stream, were covered in a layer of silver-white frost, shimmering with cold light.
The surroundings seemed as if a fierce wind had swept through them, with countless debris and soil carried away in the cold current.