The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2333 The Ancient One vs Leader of the Masked Race

Unleashing their full arsenal of abilities, Roku and the two other True Depravitas launched a coordinated assault on the Ancient One from every flank.

However, the distance between them simply evaporated whenever their strikes drew near. Space itself was nullified, making it impossible for any of them to actually reach him.

This defense wasn't restricted to physical combat. Energy-based techniques faltered, spiritual incursions vanished, and strikes targeting the soul dissolved before they could connect. Each attempt to inflict damage was erased, as if the attacks had never been initiated in the first place.

Yet, the Ancient One was not entirely without flaw, despite his overwhelming might.

While the creator of the Neo-Angels could negate incoming attacks and manifest repulsive forces powerful enough to splinter their bodies and hurl them away, his ability possessed a specific vulnerability. He was forced to remain perfectly stationary every time he triggered the power of Negation. His lethal potential was briefly restricted, anchored by the very authority he commanded.

That window of opportunity, however, was short-lived.

The Ancient One made his move the moment he gained a comprehensive understanding of their Depravita powers and fighting patterns.

His figure vanished instantly.

The trio was stunned by the sudden explosion of speed. Like a ghost, the Ancient One materialized in their midst, his strikes precise and ruthless. Each impact he delivered was backed by a crushing physical force. With every hit, the forms of the True Depravitas were shattered—bones snapped and flesh was shredded—forcing their regenerative powers to operate at their absolute peak.

They would heal, only to be pulverized once more.

In less than a minute, the group was already reaching the brink of total exhaustion. Their healing factors began to lag, their limbs felt heavy, and visible fractures appeared within their Depravita Auras.

Then, at the exact moment the Ancient One struck the scythe-wielding True Depravita, the man flashed a frigid grin.

The True Depravita's soul detonated before the Ancient One could even pull his fist back from the man's chest.

He had chosen self-destruction.

A colossal eruption of despair and energy burst outward, fueled by the sacrifice of his life force and soul. The explosion was so violent that it distorted the atmosphere and ground the earth into dust, sending ripples of shockwaves through the entire warzone.

A second later, the Ancient One stepped out from the center of the blast.

He looked down at his arm with a grim expression, watching as the essence of plague and sickness spread rapidly across his skin. The energy clung to his form like a sentient curse, relentless and corrosive.

Such a strike would have been fatal for any other being.

The self-destruction of a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod, amplified by Depravita power, was potent enough to maim even the most formidable entities. However, the Ancient One simply channeled his power. As his aura flared with intensity, the toxins and diseases began to wither, evaporating into nothingness.

His arm was completely healed within moments.

He tightened his fists, his body fully restored. Nevertheless, a heavy frown settled on his features as he scanned the area.

Roku and the remaining True Depravita had utilized the chaos of the self-destruction to make their escape.

Adding to his irritation was the fact that the Ancient One couldn't even claim a true kill. The one who had self-destructed had lost his—

His grin widened slightly.

"As you can see, he was the one who disappeared."

A flicker of astonishment touched Zuko's eyes, though it was replaced by total focus and tranquility within a heartbeat.

"I have a memory of everyone who appeared during the previous opening," Zuko answered calmly. "And you were not among them."

"Was I not?" the Ancient One remarked casually.

In the following instant, the gap between them vanished as if it had never existed at all.

They were suddenly standing face to face.

The Ancient One's hand lunged forward without a moment's pause. Massive amounts of energy pooled in his palm, becoming so concentrated that space-time itself seemed to dissolve upon contact.

Right as the strike was about to hit Zuko—

He vanished.

A rare look of shock crossed the Ancient One's face. It was immediately overtaken by sharp concentration as Zuko reappeared at his left side, swinging a dark blade toward his throat. The Power of Negation triggered instantly, warping reality to reject the blow. The sword's momentum slowed, as if it were being dragged through a thick, invisible swamp.

That very same power had easily neutralized the united efforts of the three True Depravitas.

Yet, this time, the blade was not stopped.

The Ancient One leaped back, putting space between himself and Zuko. But in the next second, his eyes went wide.

A thin trail of blood ran down his neck.

For the first time since he had stepped onto Origin Island, the Ancient One had been wounded.