The raging, ground-corrosive stream of dark red liquid suddenly stopped the moment it touched the cold stream.
Immediately, the liquid at the front quickly lost its fluidity, its color changing from dark red to dark purple, radiating an icy blue gleam.
Almost in the blink of an eye, this entire torrent of corrosion was frozen from beginning to end.
It formed a dark blue, frozen waterfall, suspended in the air for a moment, radiating a chilling cold.
Karl raised his fist and lightly struck the frozen, corrosive ice waterfall before him.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The sharp sounds of shattering merged into a continuous stream, and the ice crumbled into countless blocks of various sizes.
The small ones were the size of human heads, the large ones comparable to ordinary human bodies, like hail, furiously crashing down upon the Spitfire Demon hiding below.
THWIP! BANG!... The ice chunks struck the Spitfire Demon's heavy carapace with a dull thud.
These physical impacts naturally could not cause real harm to the thick-skinned Spitfire Demon, not even enough to satisfy an itch.
However, in the Spitfire Demon's eyes, the flames of cruelty and rage nearly erupted, feeling an unprecedented humiliation.
It possessed immense size and strength, but because it could not fly, its only long-range attack was very easily countered by the opponent.
And the insignificant summoner before it was no less powerful, making it impossible to deal with.
At this moment, it could only passively stand in place, enduring the opponent's taunts and one-sided beating. The frustration of defeat was driving it mad.
Karl did not want to pay attention to the Spitfire Demon's thoughts, especially when it came to summoned creatures daring to devour their masters.
He always beat them until they were incapacitated, or simply beat them to death.
His figure flickered again, disappearing from where he stood, and the next moment he appeared in a relatively vulnerable area of the Spitfire Demon's abdomen.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The dull thuds of impacts on flesh, like war drums, sounded densely.
Karl's figure circled around it, the Spitfire Demon's massive body moving at high speed. Each pause was accompanied by a heavy blow.
He specifically targeted the joints of its carapace or the relatively weak points that appeared.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!! ROAR! The Spitfire Demon's pained cries and furious roars intertwined.
Pale green bodily fluids continuously sprayed from the cracks in its broken shell, creating a light green rain.
It wildly twisted its body, swinging its giant tail, trying to grab or hit the tiny, flea-like creature.
But again and again, it was in vain; instead, the intense movements caused the wounds on its body to tear even more.
At that moment, Borch finally rose into the sky and saw Karl fighting a terrifying, insect-like beast he had never seen before.
Without hesitation, it immediately decided to join the fight, fighting side-by-side with Karl.
ROOOAR! Borch let out a dragon's roar, opened its mouth, and orange-red sparks quickly gathered deep in its throat.
The next moment, a scorching dragon's breath rushed down towards the Spitfire Demon coiled below, twisting the air in its path.
Borch was full of confidence, thinking his dragon's breath would at least set this ugly beetle on fire and give it trouble.
However, what happened next made his golden pupils instantly narrow into two thin lines.
The dragon's breath firmly touched the Spitfire Demon's black shell... The expected burning, searing, and pained cries did not appear.
The stream of flame seemed to hit a smooth, repelling energy surface, sliding right off the Spitfire Demon's carapace.
Other than igniting the ground around the Spitfire Demon's body into a sea of fire, it had no effect on its real body, not even making it cry out in pain.
"This... how is this possible?!" Borch opened its dragon mouth, full of sharp teeth, in shock, almost doubting its own eyes.
When it fought Karl earlier, both the dragon's breath and lightning could effectively damage Karl's body.
But this monster before them actually directly parried its attack... ignored it? What the hell was this?!
A wave of defiance rose in its heart. Borch's dragon claw clenched, and dazzling golden lightning began to frantically jump and gather between its claws.
CRACKLE! The next moment, several lightning bolts, thicker than wine barrels, tore through the air and violently struck the Spitfire Demon's back plate.
This time, the Spitfire Demon's attempt to spit corrosive liquid to counterattack Karl caused an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible pause.
But it was just a brief pause; in an instant, everything returned to normal. The lightning barely scratched it.
Borch flapped its wings, approaching several lengths in disbelief.
Its dragon head turned to Karl, its voice full of confusion and seriousness: "Karl! What... what kind of insect is this? It's not afraid of magical attacks at all?"
Karl punched the Spitfire Demon's head, which had tried to bite again, to the side, and explained without looking back: "It's called a 'Spitfire Demon'. It's not a native creature of our world."
"It possesses extremely high resistance to most types of attacks, especially spells; it is almost completely immune."
"To harm it, it seems only the purest physical force can work."
"Not from this world?! They are otherworldly beings from the Conjunction of the Spheres that strayed here from other worlds?" Shock flickered in Borch's dragon eyes, and it immediately remembered the prophecy.
"Your guess is correct." Karl nodded firmly, but his attacks did not cease; his fists continued to pound the Spitfire Demon, making it squeal in pain.
While Karl, Borch, and the Spitfire Demon were engaged in a fierce battle roughly several dozen meters from the battlefield, on a steep rocky platform,
BOOM! With an explosive sound of tearing space, an orange, swirling portal appeared out of nowhere.
Immediately after, three figures emerged one after another through the portal.
It was Hen, who had sensed the abnormally strong and chaotic energy fluctuations and rushed over, followed by Triss and Keira.
As soon as the three appeared, Triss and Keira were immediately shocked by the apocalyptic scene before them.
The sky was dyed an ominous dark red, as if the heavens were bleeding.
Below, a massive golden dragon circled and danced.
On the ground lay a terrifying, multi-legged giant insect they had never seen before, engaged in a fierce battle with... a figure flying in the air.
When Triss and Keira focused their gazes on the figure that was nimbly dodging in the air and punching so fiercely that the giant insect roared again and again, they both froze in place.
"That... is that the legendary golden dragon?!"
"Wait... that's Karl?! He... he can actually fly?! Does he have a djinn?"
"Or some kind of atmospheric spell we don't know about that allows temporary flight?"