Jinn BLADE
Chapter 69 | Dread Ice

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 | Dread Ice

"G-Gurghk!" Kain’s voice caught in his throat as a flow of black blood burst from his mouth, nose, and even ears. His body convulsed on the grounds as his limbs twitched in excruciating pain.

"O-Ophelia, you have to do something!" Orin cried out, her voice trembling as she knelt beside Kain, her mind remembering how she had lost her sister, Nevi.

"I know!" Ophelia shouted in reply, not in anger but in urgency.

She then dropped to her knees beside Kain, her hands already glowing a steady, soft, and golden light that wrapped almost the half of her arm.

"I got this..." she whispered, taking a deep breath to steady and focus herself.

Her eyes shut tight as she then focused, calling the healing eidra from deep within as her hands glowed even brighter.

With calm movement, she pressed both palms gently on Kain’s chest as eidra flowed out from within her in steady waves, transferring into Kain’s—her eidra trying to push back the spreading corruption within him.

Nearby, Verhedyn sat on a flat rock, arms crossed as he watched silently.

"We just have to trust Ophelia on this one," he said, voice low but with anxiety.

His gaze on Ophelia’s glowing hands was firm as he continued, "If anyone here can save him... it’s her."

Meanwhile,

*Thud ! *Thud! *Thud!

Heavy footsteps echoed across the area as Biyo made his way toward the beast he had just hurled hard into a nearby tree.

The creature writhed in pain, black blood gushing outside the corners of its mouth as it struggled to rise.

Its limbs trembled and breathing ragged.

And then—its eyes met Biyo’s

The beast froze.

Both of Biyo’s axes crackled with raw eidra energy.

A cold blue ice was wrapped around each axe blade, forming jagged and shimmering layers that cracked and pulsated with power.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop with every step he took.

The beast knew.

This was no ordinary enemy.

The figure walking towards it radiated strength far beyond what it had faced before.

This wasn’t just a man.

He was a force.

A monster.

And for the very first time in its life, the beast felt it.

A sensation that tightened its chest and crawled along its spine.

Fear.

The paralyzing fear of death drawing near.

*G-GROAR!!!

With a desperate roar, the beast let out a thunderous scream, the sound shaking the trees and hurling a gust of wind towards Biyo.

But Biyo didn’t flinch.

He just kept walking.

Slow and steady, eyes locked on the creature.

Each step quicker than the last.

A steady walk—

That turned into a charge

*Bang!

Each foot pounding heavy against the earth with weight that echoed across the surrounding.

The very ground quaked beneath Biyo’s advance, his presence intimidating as each second he grew closer and closer.

The beast panicked, snapping its tail forward.

*Snap!

The blade at the tip of the tail cut through the air, aiming straight for Biyo’s chest.

But Biyo didn’t just dodge.

He caught it.

Both of his hands shot out, gripping the tail with crushing force to the point that black blood burst from the tail as his fingers sanked in.

*Snap! *CRACK!

*GROAR!!!

The beast shrieked in agony, thrashing its body wildly.

It raised both arms and swung, claws slicing through the air toward him.

But Biyo was faster.

"RAAGH!"

With a roar, he twisted his body, yanked the tail upward—and brought the beast off the ground, its legs lifted.

Then, with brutal strength.

*BANG!

He slammed the beast down.

The impact cracked the earth as dust shot upward.

The beast’s body hit the ground with a thunderous crash, and its tail—ripped clean from its body, landing a few feet away, still twitching.

Yet Biyo didn’t finish it off right away.

He simply stood there.

Silent, unmoving.

His broad frame casting a long looming shadow over the broken creature.

His eyes remained locked on it, cold and unwavering, his eyes sharp and casting a suffocating intimidating presence to the beast.

The beast, trembling, suddenly plunged one of its paws into the earth.

With a sudden swipe, it hurled a massive wave of dirt and debris towards Biyo, blinding and thick.

Then, using the moment of distraction, it leapt.

*Thud!

It’s already battered body crashed down beside the corpse of the Jerkkaen.

And without hesitation, it lowered its head and began to feast.

Ripping, tearing, swallowing chunks of flesh and bone.

It was trying to recover.

Jinn, who had been kneeling beside Kain, looked up and caught the scene.

His eyes widened.

"Biyo!" he called out, voice sharp and urgent. "That beast can heal when it feeds!"

But Biyo didn’t respond as if knowing it already.

He kept walking—slow, steady, unbothered. His eyes never left the beast.

*Crack! *Snap! *Squelch!

The sound of bones cracking echoed as the creature devoured the corpse. Its wounds mended quickly, black flesh stitching back together.

Even its tail, once torn from its body, began to regrow with sickening snaps and pops.

*GROAR!!

With a thunderous roar, the beast lunged once again—desperate to overpower the one it had feared.

It hurled its massive weight toward Biyo like a wall of flesh and fury, crashing into him with powerful momentum.

*BANG!

The forest echoed with the sound.

Dust and leaves exploded from the forest ground due to the crash.

But Biyo did not fall.

His boots skidded a small distance, dragging against dirt.

It merely staggered him.

And then he stood still.

Unmoved.

"You’ve picked the wrong kid to hurt, beast." Biyo grunted, his voice low.

Without hesitation, he then wrapped both of his massive muscular arms around the beast’s body—specifically at the part of its stomach.

Muscles bulged beneath his skin as veins popped and raised as his fingers locked together.

And then...

A squeeze.

A very tight squeeze.

*GROAR!!!

The beast shrieked in pain.

One bone snapped.

Then another.

Then several as Biyo tightened the squeeze even further.

The bones cracked like brittle branches as the pressure increased.

Its body convulsed in agony, limbs flailing, tail thrashing violent behind it.

But there was no escaping the grip of Biyo that is slowly wringing it and crushing it deliberately.

*Grhk! *GHRK!!! *GHRK!!!

Black blood sprayed from its mouth in choking spurts as its ribs shattered and its frame...

Beginning to collapse inwards.

Then Biyo lifted.

With a grunt and sudden twist of his hips, he hurled the beast like a sack of broken meat.

It flew through the air

*CRASH!

And crashed into a massive rock formation with an earth splitting crash, the stone rupturing and exploding along the impact.

The beast fell in a limp, twitching, its limbs bending the wrong way, breathing ragged and loud.

Its eyes wide with pure, unfiltered terror, it looked up to see Biyo—still coming.

Slow.

Cold.

Inevitable.

This is an unwinnable fight.

The thought gripped as the instinct of the beast told that this monster in front of it would surely kill it.

Must Escape.

It then bolted.

Or tried to.

Staggering, stumbling, dragging half of its body as black blood poured trails behind it.

Every step a struggle, each breath a gurgle, every muscle moving like a burning and sharp pain that spread across its body.

Its tail hung limp and broken, body already torn, ribs shattered.

Yet its instinct screamed at it to run.

RUN. RUN. RUN. IT WILL KILL ME.

RUN!!!

But Biyo was already raising his axe.

He gripped the weapon in his right hand, muscles tightening and bulging—

As he hurled it powerfully forward/

The wind screamed as he threw it.

*WHIP!!!

The axe spun with terrifying speed, whipping through the air before

*CHUCK!

Striking the beast directly at its back.

A blast of blue ice then erupted from the point of impact, freezing the wound and forcing the beast’s entire frame to lock mid-run as its legs finally gave out in pain.

*Shrkkkk!!!

It skidded harem slamming to the forest floor before twitching.

Then,

A shadow loomed in the air.

Biyo leaped and was airborne, descending from the skies like a hammer of judgement.

The beast’s eyes widened, pure horror stretching across its blood covered face.

*Ghrk!

It snarled out a mouthful of black fluid as it gasped and twitched.

It then whipped and lashed its tail upwards in a final and desperate attack.

But Biyo was done wasting further time.

His arms flexed strongly, and with one clean stroke—

His axe cleaved through the beast’s tail like it was nothing.

"RAAAAGH!’

Then with one last mighty shout, he brought the axe down straight into the beast’s skull.

*crack!

A resounding and sickening crack followed by a wet explosion reverberated in the air.

The head split.

Bone, flesh, and brain matter erupted in every direction, painting the forest floor in a gruesome spray of black colored gore.

The twitching stopped, the forest fell into silence, except for the cracking freezing ice along the beast’s still twitching legs—as if it still wanted to run.

Yet it was already dead.

Biyo stood over the beast, chest rising slowly as he breathed steady.

He yanked his axe from the beas’s skull—then, leaning forward as he tore his other axe free from the beast’s back.

The ice along the beast’s body began to shatter and dissipate as he yanked his axe.

"This is for young Kain," he muttered, voice low and serious.

Wiping the blood from his cheek with his forearm, Biyo turned his back on the beast’s shattered remains—and began the walk back to his companions.