The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2342 The plight of the Ancient One

With startling speed, the Ancient One regained command over his physical form. A complex set of emotions flickered across his features as his focus locked onto the Demon King.

Had he been at the height of his power, the Demon King would have posed no threat to him. In truth, the Ancient One had long sought a perfect opportunity to eliminate the Demon King permanently.

Regrettably, the timing for such a confrontation could not be worse. His grueling struggle against the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch had left him battered and broken. The backlash currently ravaging his system was catastrophic; his Power of Negation was failing, and internal trauma tore through his body like a storm.

Wordlessly, he cast his gaze toward the Eternity Gate.

He possessed the ability to perceive and engage with the gate without needing to climb its steps, unlike Cain. However, even if he bypassed the climb, unsealing the gate required a duration of time he did not possess. In a high-stakes Cultivation battle where life and death are decided in a heartbeat, even a second of hesitation is a death sentence.

The path to victory was singular and brutal: he had to neutralize the Demon King before he could make his move on the gate.

Even with his body in ruins, a cold, unwavering light burned in the Ancient One’s remaining eye. He was prepared to exhaust every drop of his remaining power—even if he had to incinerate the fabric of reality—to ensure he stepped through that gate.

The Demon King met that stare with a grave expression. He refused to underestimate his opponent simply because the Ancient One was wounded. His eyes drifted momentarily toward the two figures standing nearby, pausing briefly on the Crimson Exarch.

Though he had previously commanded the warriors of the Life Path to execute the Crimson Exarch on sight for being a rising genius of the Freedom Path, it was now evident that the situation was far more convoluted than he had first thought.

Ultimately, his gaze hardened, and he began a slow, steady march toward the Ancient One.

"You two," the Demon King commanded without looking back, "deal with that four-armed cockroach."

Cain and the Crimson Exarch traded a quick look upon hearing the order. Their attention was quickly drawn to a massive, four-armed humanoid entity stomping onto the field of battle.

This was Paramount—the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod who had previously challenged the Demon King alongside the dragon, Zylax.

"I have already annihilated the soul and body of his partner," the Demon King stated with chilling calm, "yet he managed to slip away. His tenacity is certainly noteworthy."

The Demon King spoke no more. Clearing his mind of all irrelevant thoughts, he blurred forward, clashing with the Ancient One in a flash of light.

Behind them, Cain and the Crimson Exarch felt the very fabric of space-time shudder as the two supreme beings of the Crimson World’s Nine Realms resumed their war. Both men were drained and bleeding, their bodies screaming for a reprieve, yet Paramount was a threat they could not leave unchecked.

Confronting a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod was a daunting task even for the two of them together, particularly in their weakened states. Their only saving grace was that Paramount was also severely damaged; his life force was erratic and failing. That single weakness was their only path to survival.

Drawing deep breaths, the duo ignited their auras. The Wings of Chaos and the Wings of Order erupted in a brilliant display of power as they charged toward the towering Neo-Angel.

Paramount let out a deafening cry, his four massive limbs seemingly gripping the firmament itself as he collapsed the sky into two titanic waves of shadow. These strikes surged forward with the force to shatter stars, aiming directly for the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch.

Faint, knowing smiles touched the lips of the two men as they watched the destruction approach. They reached out with their left hands, meeting the incoming energy with their index and middle fingers.

Had they tried to use the Flow to redirect the Ancient One’s own strikes, they would have been obliterated. However, against a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod, the technique was within their grasp.

To Paramount’s utter disbelief, his massive attacks vanished into thin air. Before he could process the loss, that same raw power was funneled directly into his enemies' sword and firearm.

A giant crescent of golden radiance and scarlet fire surged forth, accompanied by a blinding beam of golden plasma. This synchronized strike hammered into the Neo-Angel’s chest, sending him flying backward as he spat out torrents of blood.

The Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch did not hesitate, immediately following up their success with a relentless barrage of attacks.

Yet, Paramount was resilient. He stopped his momentum through sheer willpower and threw himself back into the fray, his monstrous form radiating pure rage.

While the battle between the trio was spectacular, it remained a mere shadow compared to the cataclysmic exchange between the Ancient One and the Demon King.

The masters of the Freedom Path and Life Path moved with such velocity that only flickering shadows remained in their wake. In an instant, the Demon King manifested above the Ancient One, swinging his hand down to manifest a colossal golden palm.

The Ancient One tightened his grip, concentrating his remaining physical might into a singular punch. The impact of his fist against the golden palm caused the surrounding space to vibrate with violent intensity.

The Ancient One’s physical Cultivation was truly peerless. He successfully parried one golden palm, but a second strike caught him squarely, driving him deep into the crust of the earth.

His body plowed a massive trench through the soil. Despite the impact, he forced his broken frame to move, rolling aside just as another golden palm crashed down where he had been lying.

The combination of his prior wounds and the massive backlash had crippled his combat effectiveness. At this stage, he was reduced to merely dodging the Demon King’s unending offensive.

Such a tactic was no strategy for victory.

The Demon King didn't even need to land a killing blow. He only had to stall until the island expelled them all. Unless the Ancient One found a way to turn the tide immediately, it appeared that the intricate webs he had spun for billions of years were finally unraveling.