Chapter 54: Frosted Mantis Spirit

Karl and his group stood amidst the battlefield, breathing steady despite the relentless battle they had just endured.

The icy cavern was now littered with the frozen corpses of monsters, their forms twisted in unnatural poses from the impact of powerful blows.

The cold air carried the lingering scent of battle, mixing with the fading essence of the defeated creatures.

After nearly ten minutes of nonstop fighting, they had finally cleared out every single monster that had come for them.

It had been an overwhelming wave—feral beasts, frost-bound creatures, and spectral wraiths, all trying to tear them apart.

But in the end, Karl and his summons emerged victorious.

There were no casualties, thankfully, but the [Dire Fox] had taken a hit.

A shallow wound marred its front leg, crimson staining its otherwise pristine fur.

Karl clicked his tongue and approached the fox, crouching down to examine the injury.