Frosthorn flew through the sky like a Ghost Charm, its foul-smelling, wide wings beating continuously.
But the players' gunfire was too concentrated, nearly covering that area, and even Frosthorn couldn't dodge. Its pitch-black wings slowly fell, and its twisted body bloomed with blood flowers.
Accompanied by the "sizzling" sound, the demon's purple blood plasma corroded holes in the ground, emitting a nausea-inducing odor.
Frosthorn was extremely angry, its vulture-like beak opened wide, spewing out a fishy trail.
"You damned humans!
I will swallow your eyeballs, gnaw on your skulls, and rip off your arms... Argh!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
However, the players didn't care about the demon's threats, instead refilling their ammo and firing more rapidly.
Who actually listens to a boss talking, anyway?
"Shoot faster!"
"This demon's definitely mine!"
"Hey Birdman, drop the Gold Coin quick!"
