Chapter 65 Might Of Powder

The karambit knuckles cut through the skin of the Blessed but they met a terrific resistance when the blades were about to dig deep inside Jarick's flesh. It looked like the flesh of the Blessed was sentient and was actively trying to repel the blade.

Fortunately, the Agile Human Spirit was not the only Spirit who came to Zayn's rescue. the Mocalw Bear Spirit appeared right next to Jarick whom he slashed at, cutting deep inside the flesh of his right arm.

Jarick grit his teeth as a fresh wave of pain erupted within him but his muscles seemed to grow. A bloody red hue oozed out of the wounds of the Blessed and it shrouded him, further enhancing Jarick's strength.

Zayn was already being pushed into the ground beneath him. However, with the sudden boost in strength, the force that weighed down on him increased exponentially and the ground beneath him gave in.

Not sure what else he was supposed to do against the terrific power of his opponent, Zayn came up with the plan to release the majority of his soul particles in an explosive manner to gain a tiny momentum.

But before he could make use of any more soul particles, the Herculean Human Spirit appeared to the left side of Jarick.

The Dao Saber was being wielded with both hands high above his head while the iron shield was lying somewhere on the battlefield.

Zayn didn't expect much at first but he then recalled the terrific sharpness of the Dao Saber. Cleaving down with both hands and an extremely thin glimmer of golden sparks around the blade of the Dao Saber, the Herculean Human Spirit provided a faint ray of hope to Zayn whose body tensed at the sight that unfolded in front of him.

The Herculean Human Spirit's mighty cleave cut through Jarick's wrist on the left hand, severing his hand at once.

A gut-wrenching scream that was filled with pain and anger left Jarick's lips, and he threw a wild punch at the Herculean Human Spirit with his left arm, or what was left of it.

Jarick had reacted with his wild instincts because that was everything left in him at this moment. His rational mind had been overtaken by rage, and he issued the punch that diverted most of his force from the bloody red sword to the Herculean Human Spirit.

Zayn made use of the opportunity he was granted. He pushed his feet off the ground and shot backward while his grasp around the silver iron shortsword loosened.

His hands were numb from the jarring impact and it was hard to hold onto his weapons. Thus, he let go of one weapon and reached out to his expanding pouch.

Zayn was not sure what kind of Unique Power Jarick had been granted by his God but it was of exceptional nature.

The more injured Jarick was the stronger his physical strength seemed to grow. It was similar to a Berserk-like state where the user lost their sanity the deeper one was caught in the Berserk state.

This was the only thing that made sense in Zayn's opinion and he acted in accordance with the information he was granted.

The longer the Blessed survived, the harder it would be to actually kill Jarick. Thus, Zayn had to use the tiny opportunity that had been unveiled in front of them.

Jarick was not only severely injured but also surrounded by three Spirits. This was the perfect time to take him down.

With that in mind, he retrieved a small pouch from his expanding pouch and threw it over to the Berserk Blessed. The Agile Human Spirit caught the small pouch from behind and pushed it inside Jarick's wide-open mouth.

The Herculean Human Spirit and the Mocalw Bear Spirit tried to hold down Jarick while he was at his strongest.

They failed miserably, but that was not further problematic since the Spirits unleashed every bit of their accumulated soul particles the moment the small pouch entered the mouth of the Berserk Blessed.

All three Spirits turned into wisps that returned to the Grimoire of the Ancient while a large and extremely hot fire needle manifested from the remnants of soul particles within the Sparrow Spirits.

The two Spirits also turned into Wisps the moment they released the fire needle that pierced through the pouch in Jarick's mouth.

A loud crackling noise and blue sparks could be seen the moment the fire needle came in contact with the 10 grams of Pilavan Powder that Zayn had stored inside the pouch.

The Pilavan Powder glowed faintly due to the injection of soul particles from the three Spirits, and it was ignited by the fire needle that dispersed the moment it came in touch with the Pilavan Powder.

Zayn retreated since he knew what was about to happen. He retreated as quickly as possible and watched as the Pilavan Powder exploded in Jirack's mouth.

"Just die, will you?" He cursed quietly, not believing that anyone could survive their head exploding like a watermelon.

A humongous blue flame erupted around Jarick's head and a guttural scream filled with fear and unbearable pain left his lips, making the hair on the back of Zayn's neck stand.

Jarick's grasp around his sword loosened and his rotten arm fell off of his shoulder as everything was burned down.

Jarick was trying to move, doing his utmost just to survive and not surrender to the blazing azure flames that burned down everything he had worked for during the last ten years.

Nothing would remain except the marks of his actions and his ashes, and Zayn was more than willing to see all of this happening right before his eyes.

There were several more explosions around Jarick as the Pilavan Powder poured out of his mouth, or what was left of it.

The explosions ignited flames all over Jarick's body, where they burned down everything it came in touch with.

In the end, the blazing azure flames didn't continue burning forever. They had been fueled by the soul particles which the three Spirits had supplied before.

The supply of soul particles was quickly used up, leaving behind a man with the stump of an arm, no hand, two legs, and a scorched skull.

Numerous gaping holes caused from strong burning and molten skin, and his scorched flesh that jutted out of his body at all angles made him look like a zombie. The rather gruesome sight was witnessed by Zayn with an odd satisfaction that gleamed in his eyes.

"Sad to waste such precious powder on someone like you…but the outcome is certainly a sight to behold!"