The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2399 A group of killers

"He was able to detect my presence."

A spark of real curiosity stirred in Cain despite himself. Even with the leader's ferocious look—his massive build, armor forged from writhing flesh, and the wild energy emanating from him—the figure possessed an insight and awareness that went well beyond his raw brutality.

"Dangerous."

Cain took a brief pause, focusing his determination. Moments later, his tone rang out over the red waves without a second thought.

"Who are you," he demanded coldly, "and why do you dare to interfere with my cultivation!?"

His tone cut like a blade, ruthless and loaded with tremendous force and intensity. The declaration boomed through the heavens, squeezing the atmosphere and roiling the bloody sea below. The

lesser fighters among them went pale right away; a few stumbled backward, spewing blood while their insides twisted under the crushing force of Cain's aura.

Based on all Cain had seen up to now, any attempt at negotiation or courtesy would just come across as frailty to these beings. Any delay would provoke assault, much like beasts drawn to fresh gore in the depths.

This realm honored power and nothing else!

However, under that crushing force, the leader showed no reckless aggression. Instead, he held his stance firm. His stare grew keener, and Cain sensed that the warrior had spotted something crucial.

That Cain wasn't some easy target.

"I am Amaro," the colossal figure answered, his words thundering with a might that nearly rivaled Cain's. The bloody sea's surface churned wildly from his voice. "General of the Kalous Kingdom, from

the Great City of Kalous."

His gaze flared with icy command as he went on, "The Ocean of the Blood Sun belongs to the Kalous Kingdom. You are an intruder. And you have stolen from us."

Cain nearly burst into laughter.

"Is my luck truly this bad?" he whispered to himself inside. Out of everywhere he could have ended up, naturally this sea had its rulers.

But retreat wasn't an option anymore.

A chill swept through Cain's enormous mind, trailed by raw murderous urge. The bloody sea reacted at once, swells building and swirling in harmony with his intent.

"I see," Cain responded evenly. "Then I suppose I'll have to kill you... to prove that this place is mine now. And that no one else has a claim to it."

As soon as his statement landed, the sea burst into frenzy.

Enormous palms formed from packed blood thrust skyward, each dwarfing peaks, as endless lances of solidified scarlet streaked through the heavens at horrifying velocity. They ripped the air apart, bending reality as they raced toward Amaro and his fighters.

The counterattack came without delay.

Amaro bellowed while his essence flared out, black fire blazing around his knuckles. The fighters at his back dispersed in chaos, lacking any order or unity. They didn't battle as troops.

They battled as assassins.

Each one acted alone, pouring out their utmost strength without thought for comrades. Their forms were born for killing—every fiber, limb, and tendon honed for carnage. Some vaulted into the sky with bursting energy, while others smashed into the blood lances directly, demolishing them through sheer brute force.

Amaro stood out as a beast.

His blazing knuckles slammed against the titanic blood palms, each clash unleashing tremors over the sea. Every strike brought not just ruin, but force that soared past his core level.

"He's a Peak Arch-Deity," Cain assessed steadily, "yet that flame allows his attacks to reach Alpha-Omega Overgod-level power."

That by itself wouldn't have caught Cain off guard. Plenty of top fighters had ways to briefly exceed their foundation.

What caught him off guard was that Amaro wasn't alone in it.

Every fighter tapped into powers of the same vein. Their might leaped far above their cultivation via some kind of lineage

ability.

Cain's brow furrowed.

A whole squad able to leap ranks in combat through wildly

diverse bloodlines?

That didn't add up.

"There's something here I'm not seeing," Cain figured out.

The clash intensified savagely in mere heartbeats. Blasts tore

over the blood sea's face, boiling away huge swaths of red liquid. Certain strikes bore soul-piercing energy, keen enough to endanger the spirit.

Still, the harm they caused remained minor.

Cain's form—the blood sea in its entirety—spanned almost a fifth of an Empyrean World's scale. For him, their blows amounted to faint nicks, akin to mere stings on a giant's hide.

Regrettably, the reverse held true too.

Cain hadn't managed to take down even one of them.

His spirit stretched endlessly, his reserves of power infinite—but they spanned a body of staggering size. That vastness turned accuracy and control into a real challenge. His assaults overwhelmed, yet lacked finesse.

"I suppose it's time to get serious."

Icy determination hardened in Cain as he called forth the Power of Chaos and The Flow at the same time.

The blood palms and lances shifted right away.

They started drawing in the nearby universal laws, hugely boosting their ruinous force. Meanwhile, The Flow's radiance gathered around them, firming their forms and turning them from fluid to rigid.

"ARGHHHH!"

A cry of torment rang out over the field.

One of Amaro's fighters got surprised by the abrupt power spike. A blood palm seized him and yanked him under the waves. In a flash, endless red surges pounded him, hauling him into the depths where flight turned hopeless.

He disappeared.

Amaro's eyes bulged as he pulverized another blood palm with a fiery strike. Yet even as it burst, the limb's remainder stayed solid and swiftly rebuilt. Additional palms rose from all sides.

"What is this power?" Amaro growled, rage and shock contorting his face.

He threw out all he had, but managed only to hold on. He wasn't prevailing; he was holding out.

Even worse, more of his fighters got pulled below, devoured by the sea in quick succession. Deep down, Amaro felt nothing for their fates. They were mere instruments, no more.

But to lose so many experts on a routine scouting run?

That wouldn't stand.

"Who would have thought the Ocean of the Blood Sun had become

this fierce..." he ground out between gritted teeth.

At last, Amaro let loose a huge surge of black fire, shoving back the blood palms and lances in a savage blast. With no pause, he bellowed.

"Retreat!"

The remaining fighters moved fast, bolting away at top pace.

Cain tried to snag more, but with their full focus on getaway, his huge, bulky strikes couldn't trap them anymore.