The Frosthorn Alpha staggered as round after round slammed into its chest and flanks, carving out chunks of frozen flesh and staining the cavern floor with blood.
The two knights, the mercenaries, and even the soldiers wielding arquebuses were amazed by the power behind each shot. It was at the same level of power as a knight nearing the second mantle.
As the Frosthorn Alpha got up, its wounds were closing due to the freezing temperature it was emitting. The Frosthorn Alpha let out a shuddering, bone-deep howl as it charged the prey that dared wound it.
One of the knights who was at the third mantle intercepted the lunging monster, blocking it with his shield covered with his aura. The knight was pushed back several steps but held his ground, then shoved the monster away with a surge of raw strength.
