"Haha! It's your fault for underestimating us!"
The Tiger Soul Bandit's boisterous laugh soon echoed in the surroundings.
At the center of their formation were three men, each with a Bronze Grade Summoning Grimoire floating in front of them.
One of them was pressing his palm on the first page of his grimoire. Bits of sweat rolled down his neck as he could tell that the Gold Grade Beast was resisting the binding spell he cast from his Innate Skill.
It was precisely because of his Innate Skill that they had the confidence to ambush and avenge their brother Kram, even if the enemy had a Gold Grade Beast in their midst.
"Hurry!" He shouted to the two other grimoire users beside him, feeling that the Innate Skill he cast was beginning to lose its effectiveness.