The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2370 The Scarlet King's new race (I)

Anark's grin broadened while sensing the immense might in his strikes. The Emptiness Lord's Essence concentrated on one sole objective, restricted only to the Primordial Race. Nevertheless, the Samsara Arsenal Module had rated it as a Tier Zero Gift because of the immense potency it bestowed.

Under Anark's control, the Primordial Force of the Void swelled to over double its previous intensity. As this energy formed the heart of the True Primordial's fighting prowess, the boost elevated his battling power to a degree that could truly dominate the King of the Root.

"Damn it!" Radagon bellowed, seizing back command of his form in an instant, his gaze igniting with wrath.

During their initial confrontation, he had almost slain the True Primordial with just one attack. But now, he found himself driven backward. True, he wasn't at his maximum strength, yet he remained the King of the Root.

He refused to accept domination from a being who wasn't even the mightiest fighter in the cosmos.

Countless eyes scattered over Radagon's frame lit up as he started drawing the World of the Root's energy into himself via his Gift. His form ballooned, sinews bulging while his build enlarged and toughened, radiating a suffocating presence that warped the nearby space.

In the following moment, Radagon stomped the void.

Space fractured.

Propelled by savage velocity, he charged at Anark with horrifying swiftness, his punches fusing into a gigantic mallet of compressed energy as he hammered toward the True Primordial.

However, right before the strike could connect, a purple whirlpool appeared

encircling Anark, making his figure disappear.

The space-time on the World of the Root's exterior had been utterly locked by the flood of forces ravaging the field. Teleportation ought to have been out of the question.

Still, Radagon's vision told no falsehoods.

Before he could grasp the event, the purple whirlpool materialized right overhead. Anark burst from it bearing a broad smirk, diving straight at Radagon's rear.

The impact held force that went beyond harming the body—it targeted the spirit and core directly.

Radagon's gaze quivered fiercely as crimson liquid gushed from his lips. His enormous frame got hurled into the earth, slamming into the terrain with such violence that the adjacent area crumbled away.

Anark's eyes sparkled with exhilaration and eagerness.

The Primordial Force of the Void offered more than sheer ruin. It enabled breaking through all barriers, nullifying protections, and even bending realities. With the enhancement from the Emptiness Lord's Essence, Anark could now tear open gateways in space-time despite seals from Alpha-Omega Overgod-tier powers.

Paired with his capacity to heal from any injury, this let the True Primordial battle with savage intensity.

Wasting no time, Anark dove into the soil like a purple comet, colliding head-on with Radagon. The collision wiped out all nearby matter, unleashing ripples that ripped across the World of the Root's face.

Naturally, Anark paid no mind to the side effects.

That formed the essence of this conflict.

"BOOOOOM!"

A far-off blast resounded over the fray as Robuke succeeded in battling Cain and at last shattered the Gate of Babylon. Despite that, the Scarlet King stood firm, persisting in his stance against the Monster of the Root.

Cain grinned.

Even with the rebound from deploying the Gate of Babylon, his

vast vitality let him withstand it effortlessly. But his face grew keen as he spotted the gap in the Wall of Fire and Flesh starting to seal.

He and Anark had performed outstandingly. Their clashes had badly undermined the base of the World of the Root's outer layer. On their own, they held enough strength to stay within should the Wall seal completely.

Yet they weren't by themselves.

The other fighters from the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance lacked undying forms. They couldn't dismiss injuries, nor expend vitality and spirit energy without repercussions.

Cain yearned to press on. He sensed the exterior wouldn't last much more. Should they keep attacking, it could crumble altogether. And pulling back would let the World of the Root mend.

It wouldn't heal completely—but it would still hinder their progress

greatly.

However, no true option existed.

He and Anark couldn't confront the World of the Root solo.

"Retreat!" Cain ordered.

Upon hearing that, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's troops

displayed faint grins of ease. Weary yet orderly, they arranged compact ranks and pulled back, leaving the World of the Root for the emptiness.

Cain and Anark exited last.

As they withdrew, the pair caught the venom and fury blazing in the Root warriors' stares. The havoc wrought by just the two of them surpassed all other skirmishes together.

This stemmed from dragging the combat to the terrain itself.

The Scarlet King fixed his gaze on Robuke until the breach in the Wall of Fire and Flesh sealed shut. Only then did he face the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's fighters.

Their looks held wonder and incredulity.

They had seen Cain's might surge to a frightful height. His barriers had hit such a supreme level that they questioned piercing his hide.

Cain just smiled at their reactions and directed them to start recovery before heading to the Everstrife Empyrean World. The clash hadn't hurt him badly. Although he had spent both vitality and spirit energy, the harm could mend simply. This freed Cain to ponder something far weightier.

"If I want to win," he mused, "I need to boost the strength of those

beside me."

A profound, perilous gleam flickered in Cain's eyes as a notion formed.

The notion of a fresh race.