There was no way out.
The main passageway was the tall door where the Worics got sealed. The windows are too small for a man to pass through. The other Worics, for fookin sure, guarded the backdoor.
So Byzum turned to the right, facing the river rock walls. He should make a hole there. Let the prison miners escape. Then go to the stables where they could mount on some spirit horses.
Byzum entered a serene state, circulated his Spirit Energies and Life Essences, then condensed all of his power into his Burning Blood, which he linked into his consciousness.
The Burning Blood of Byzum surged throughout his veins like a river that was about to burst out. Each stream of his burning blood snaked throughout his body, leaving trails of crimson lights, forming an incorporeal forest of red roots all over his body. His cultivation power made him feel the pleasures of heavenly bliss but a barrage of pain constantly hit him at the same time.
At the third drop of blood, a Spirit Axe appeared in his hand. It connected with his burning blood, condensing the red lights into raging swirls.
The Spirit Axe seemed savagely long as a spear, lethal on its front edge, and its metal beamed blood red. It is called Mad Mary. Byzum named it after the elusive succubus to whom he had lost his virginity.
Coming back to the chaos of the present moment, Byzum pointed Mad Mary towards the river rock walls. Red swirls surged across the front blade. He took a sprint then slammed his spirit axe against the walls.
When the spirit axe hit the river rock walls, the crashing sound of metal destroying some rocks rang in the surroundings, alerting everyone to see the dust fluttering while the nearby walls crumbled on the verge of collapse.
The prison miners snapped back to reality. Then dashed towards the hole just like how Byzum ran away from the husbands of the women he had slept with.
Byzum paused for a moment then spared a look towards the Worics.
The barrier lights cannot hide the ferociousness of the good-looking savages, letting Byzum see the flashes of attacks that were powerful enough to kill a prison miner in one blow. Yet the Gift of Seals appeared unscathed.
The barrier lights seemed like a serene sea that kept absorbing the stone-like attacks that were continuously thrown by the Worics.
Arriving outside, Byzum saw the prison miners being stunned by the fear being felt in front of their faces.
'Fookin Humans. Why would they stop running?'
Byzum scanned the surroundings, finding the cause of the sudden stop made by the prison miners.
In the stables, just two meters away from the prison miners, the spirit horses lay dead. They were probably gangbanged by some War Wolves, for their bodies seemed like a beehive of wounds that were made from the juicy accumulation of bites and clawing slashes.
Sweeping his gaze to the right, Byzum saw the battle.
Battle? No. It was more of a massacre.
The Wolf Rider killed the prison miners as easily as a farmer cut weeds. His attacks and movements were precise and economical. Whenever he throw his two battle axes, heads would fall, adding to the bags of meat that dropped dead in the red grounds.
Then the sound of a hammer breaking the cemented grounds notified Byzum that his barbarian-assed friend had already come.
Threetrees, white-skinned and born like a bear, still wore his vestment robes that glowed golden with his furry cloak. On his head, the druidic crown of three magnificent antlers glimmered green along with the collage of leaves covering his body. He might be a barbarian but his stylistic fashion will force the nobles to cry a river of envy.
Slow and steady, Threetrees clashed against the Wolf Rider with the smashing attacks of his War Hammer. He occasionally cast Druidic Spells, forming a net of vines that aimed to seal the Wolf Rider.
But catching the War Wolf and the White-haired Woric seemed difficult as defeating a succubus in a one-night stand.
Despite the difficulty, Threetrees still stood like a titanic tower, which perpetually endured the surging attacks coming from Wolf's clawing slashes and the Woric's flying axes.
Byzum was injured. But he got no time to bleed. He got no time to rest.
So he surged forward, raised his gigantic axe, then leaped towards his target.
The Wolf Rider continued to fight against Threetrees as if Byzum was nothing but another weed that he could easily cut.
When Byzum reached two meters above the Wolf Rider, he slashed his gigantic axe sideways in an arc that was meant to decapitate the White-haired Woric.
The Wolf Rider moved backward, disengaged from his entanglements with Threetrees, then evade Byzum's attack.
Quick and quiet, the Wolf Rider parried by throwing his axes towards Byzum. The flying axes shone white, spun in a circular motion, then surged across the air to cut Byzum's flesh.
Taking the opportunity, Threetrees strode forward. His hammer lifted above, seemingly aimed at the Wolf Rider, but his eyes stared towards the back of Byzum.
Dodging the flying axes, Byzum went down, wasting his built momentum. But before he could land on the ground, a dark spear created another hole in his chest.
Another wound, another fuel for his burning rage. But cool-headedness is more important at this moment.
So Byzum controlled his anger, pouring a bucket of cold water in his burning thoughts, and he reassessed the situation in the same way a perverted man thinks twice about the woman whom he will sleep with.
It's hard to see in the night especially in a fight. But Byzum looked at his opponent in the same way a perverted man peeked through a hole to watch a bathing maiden.
As Byzum stormed forward, he caught a glint in the eyes of his opponent as if the Wolf Rider was surprised to see his seemingly suicidal action. But his opponent was mistaken. Terribly mistaken.
When the battle axes reached a meter near Byzum, Threetrees threw his hammer forwards.
The smashing attack of Threetrees hit the back of Byzum, pushing Byzum towards the Wolf Rider and evading the flying axes with some broken backbones as a painful price.
Flying like a meteor, Byzum swung his axe downwards, smashing the skull of the War Wolf that was used as a shield by the White-haired Woric.
Not wanting to waste the momentum he built, Byzum swung his axe sideward, aiming to cut the neck of the white-haired Woric.
But the fookin Woric used the War Wolf as a jumping board, leaping high and moving backward. His right hand threw a dark spear that created the third hole in Byzum's right chest.
The third hole created a tiny spark of rage which threatened to burn the draconic and demon bloodline of Byzum. He was another wound away from going Berserk.
Seemingly afraid for Byzum's explosive rage, Threetrees roared like an angry bear pulling back Byzum to the present moment. At the same time, he threw his hammer towards the Woric.
Taking the opportunity, the White-haired Woric formed a defensive barrier across his body, aiming to use the hammer's force as an escape propeller, which will push him backward and away from the demons he deemed as insects. But again, he was mistaken. Fookin mistaken.
When the hammer of Threetrees hit its target, a firework of vines bloomed in the air, wrapping the Woric like a lamb to the slaughter.
Desperate to end the battle, Threetrees used the vines around him as a rope and connected it to the hammer, then pulled the Woric downwards.
The White-haired Woric crashed to the ground. But he gave no reactions, except for his solemn look which tells the acceptance of his defeat.
Like a boy being spoonfed by his parent, Byzum walked towards the White-haired Woric with the bitterness flowing across his throat.
"Don't kill him," Threetrees said as he threw a healing spell towards Byzum.
Byzum raised his axe just like what an executioner would do, then he asked. "Why?"
"For his death will make you a hunting target for the Worics," Threetrees answered.
"That's what I wanted to do, my friend." Byzum brought his axe downwards severing the Woric's head.
The corpse vibrated as it fell then shot a hunting mark towards Byzum. The hunting mark embedded itself on the middle chest of Byzum forming a tattoo of a wounded sheep.
The Woric's fresh meat landed on the carpet of vines producing a soft sound that sang along with the silence of the prison miners whose eyes spoke both amazement and fear.
"Deliver all the recruits outside," Byzum commanded Threetrees. "Evade as many guards as you can. Then meet Sam and Dean. Go. I'll be there when I get the twins and Shack."
Before the two get separated, an explosion of roars rang in the surroundings, signaling the surge of terror that will drown the mining area.