The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2431 New enemy (II)

Cain's gaze sharpened in an instant.

Without his superior velocity and the protective innate domain encircling him, the assault would have sliced right across his visage—a

blow capable of ending his life.

This form possessed an insanely formidable might, exceeding his Primordial Body out of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, and possibly surpassing even the physique from his Crimson World. Still, it missed a vital edge: miraculous healing abilities.

A solid strike to a critical area posed a severe risk.

Extremely severe.

"How did his strength surge like that out of nowhere?" Cain pondered, fixing his stare on the Aztorus King.

Right away, he spotted the anomaly.

Eonar's gaze appeared hazy and distant, like his mind was under heavy restraint. Cain's focus quickly moved to the armament gripped in his grasp.

The Blade of the End of Times shook with intense fury.

Soon after, protrusions burst forth from the blade's exterior, embedding deeply into Eonar's skin.

In the following moment, waves of shadowy energy exploded from the sword, pouring into Eonar's form. This essence coursed via his bloodstream akin to molten darkness, mending injuries, bolstering sinews, and surprisingly reviving his mangled left limb—the one almost obliterated by the metallic cubes' explosions.

That limb reshaped itself, now encased in shadowy plasma that sparked with ruinous energy, emanating a might much stronger than prior.

"ARGHHHH!"

Eonar howled in torment while the orb set in the sword's hilt clamped closed—only for it to manifest again moments later next to his Ancestor Eye.

The orb shimmered with a sinister and foreboding glow as a surge of spiritual energy burst from within. The armament was devouring Eonar's essence to amplify his capabilities.

Once the change concluded, Eonar faced Cain.

His ordinary eyes held nothing, devoid of vitality.

However, the shadowy orb upon his brow blazed with unchecked murderous urge and insatiable craving.

"Interesting," Cain whispered.

Even with the evident peril, a subtle grin curved his mouth.

The Blade of the End of Times was evidently a remarkable artifact.

And Cain desired it.

For one brief moment, the pair locked eyes.

Suddenly, they disappeared.

They materialized in a flash, smashing together with horrifying velocity.

Cain at once detected the slim layer of energy cloaking Eonar's frame, scarcely thicker than a few centimeters. But in spite of its slenderness, the time-based shield effectively blocked a large part of Cain's personal domain force.

The sword lunged at Cain's throat.

Swift.

Yet Cain moved swifter.

He evaded the edge by the tiniest fraction and countered with a savage fist targeted straight at Eonar's countenance.

Since the armament posed the real menace, eliminating the host made perfect sense. After that, the blade could be contained.

"BOOM!"

The collision released a ferocious blast that ripped across the heavens. Cain's pure might wasn't exceptional by itself—but velocity and impetus turned the hit into a ruinous force. Eonar's head snapped harshly, but this time around, he didn't get hurled away.

Cain's gaze tightened.

The sword had boosted Eonar's durability too.

No chance to ponder it further.

The blade struck back without delay.

Yet again, Cain sidestepped the weapon's tip by under a

millimeter and hit in response.

Still, it fell short.

Eonar stayed upright, letting the sword press on with its

unyielding barrage.

The clash turned into a lethal ballet.

Cain hit. Weaved. Retaliated. Avoided.

Each impact occurred in the tightest windows of time, every evasion performed at the very last second. Bursts of energy and shattered

voids wavered with each clash.

Still, Cain's look intensified.

A issue persisted.

His attacks missed lethal force.

Prior to calling upon his Ancestor Power, Cain chose to try a different tactic.

While the sword arced at him anew, Cain spun his form at the ultimate moment. His whole structure twisted in flawless harmony, directing spinning energy into his limb.

The atmosphere wailed.

A whirlwind gathered near his knuckles, whirling fiercely as he thrust the

fist ahead.

The hit crashed against Eonar's torso.

On this occasion, Eonar withstood it—for the initial phase.

However, right when the sword started to lift once more, his frame quaked fiercely.

A gush of crimson sprayed from his mouth.

A broad grin lit up Cain's features.

Rotation.

It wasn't just about boosting might—it provided piercing ability.

The impact's energy evaded outer protections and tore apart

Eonar's vital insides, causing devastating harm within.

The Scarlet King pressed onward.

Every following hit bore a terrifying spinning energy, his movements blending fluidly from one assault to the following. Harm built up swiftly, jolting Eonar's form so harshly that replies grew

unfeasible.

The shadowy orb on Eonar's brow flared with fury and wrath,

yearning to slay Cain—yet the host was crumbling. The Aztorus King's

vital essence wavered erratically, wounds stacking quicker than healing could

manage.

Cain's grin expanded more.

He'd discovered a fix for his shortage of deadly force.

Suddenly—

His gaze constricted abruptly.

A silhouette rocketed at him with blistering pace.

One side of the arrival's physique was burned pitch-black, tissue ripped and seared. But shadowy plates now sheathed that damaged portion, emitting pulses

of scorching warmth.

"He endured—and he's fit to battle still," Cain observed steadily.

"Impressive."

Naturally, the combatant entering was none besides Lortar.

The Redirection had inflicted grave harm on him, yet insufficient to

sideline him entirely.

As the Kalous King stepped into Cain's innate domain, his velocity dropped sharply.

But right then, the shadowy orb on Eonar's brow ignited.

The sword consumed more of its host's essence, unleashing a azure

cloak of time energy that rushed forth and enveloped

Lortar.

The result struck fast.

Lortar's velocity steadied.

Cain's domain faced partial cancellation.

Lortar grasped the reality—dominance lay with the Blade of the End

of Times now.

And it mattered not to him. In the end, should Eonar fall once the fight concluded, all would align ideally.

A feral smirk crossed his visage as his complete power resurfaced.

With the time blade and the fiery halberd attacking in unison,

Cain found himself pushed back.

No opportunity to strike back.

His silhouette hazed while he evaded with utmost haste, weaving amid

the closing armaments through incredibly slim gaps.

Then—

The crimson orb on Cain's brow blazed awake.