The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2438 Under the orders of the Dark Blood Kingdom!

A grave gleam flickered in Cain's eyes while he sensed the essence of those golden flames.

These fires didn't just incinerate.

They hastened everything.

By stirring up particles into frantic movement, the flames caused matter to quiver at increasing speeds, driving all toward a frenzy of hyperactivity.

This gave them scorching might capable of liquefying the toughest armor and defying stasis abilities.

"That is an excellent counter to my Quietus Power," Cain mused inwardly.

His piercing stare intensified further. This foe wasn't some common killer. It seemed likely he'd been chosen exactly for his ability to oppose Cain's Ancestor Power.

Yet such reflections were swiftly dismissed from his mind.

The identity of this individual held no importance. Nor did the one who dispatched him.

Not at this moment.

Victory over him was the sole priority.

After the fight concluded, Cain planned to delve into the man's soul, untangling his recollections to draw out all hidden truths.

With a profound inhale, Cain tapped into the vigor and life force of the Ocean of the Blood Sun. A torrent of power flooded his frame, making his presence erupt in intensity.

In the following moment, the Eternum Flame enveloped his whole body, expanding to dominate the heavens while clashing against the

assassin's golden blaze.

The assassin's face from the Royal Bloodline grew grave.

He ceased looking down on the youth facing him. He'd already been deceived once, and though he seemed unscathed on the surface, the pale flames had dealt heavy damage inside.

Gripping tighter, he channeled extra strength into his lance. Golden infernos flared along its shaft, heightening the blaze's fervor and quaking energy.

Golden and white fires scorched the firmament.

Tempests raged over the Ocean of the Blood Sun, whipping up enormous swells that slammed and roiled as the clashing powers bore down on each other.

Their presences kept climbing.

Taller.

Mightier.

Until abruptly-

Both silhouettes disappeared.

They materialized again right away in the ocean's heart.

Blade and lance smashed together with immense might, shoving the surrounding air aside to create a fleeting void.

Cain and the assassin stared intently, shoving their arms ahead, each striving to overpower the foe with raw force.

Energy amassed at the point where sword met spear.

It hit a breaking threshold-

-and detonated.

The blast wave flung both combatants apart.

The assassin recovered sooner.

Without pause, he lunged his spear ahead. A huge rush of golden fires exploded forth, shaping into a colossal snake that pounced at Cain.

"His strength is equal to Eonar's," Cain realized, grinding his teeth. "And his ability allows him to resist my Quietus Force."

The golden snake crashed against Cain's Stasis Force Field.

Rather than decelerating, its velocity held steady. The elements inside it shook even more vigorously, directly battling the chilling grip of Quietus. Just in time, Cain seized command of his form once more and slashed with his blade.

Pale flames surged out, weaving a protective shell around him precisely when the golden snake struck.

"BOOOOOOM!"

A tremendous blast rocked the heavens.

Cain's frame hurtled down, his garments shredded and scorch scars marring his flesh as he sank into the blood sea.

But within a mere heartbeat-

A whirlpool swirled under the waves.

The waters twisted in fury, birthing an upside-down blood whirlwind that rocketed up like a scarlet spear aimed at the assassin.

The Royal Bloodline fighter squinted and pulled back, keeping space from the oncoming maelstrom.

He lashed his spear in sweeps, unleashing curves of golden fire that hammered the whirlwind, eroding it bit by bit.

Still, the peak pressed on, bearing unstoppable momentum.

The assassin sharpened his focus and spotted the silhouette amid the

tempest.

His features stiffened.

Assuming a piercing pose, he bent backward, stretched his limbs, and amassed energy for one fatal blow.

In the final instant, he propelled the spear forth.

The spinning momentum of the lunge burst out, ripping the blood whirlwind to shreds as the lance hurtled ahead with lethal purpose straight for Cain's head.

"Without your Ancestor Power, you are nothing," the assassin sneered. "Only cheap tricks."

A broad grin spread across his features.

He could already envision the spear boring through the youth's

cranium.

Then the grin turned rigid.

Cain's middle and index fingers extended and pressed against the spear's point.

By reason, the lance ought to have pulverized those digits-along

with his entire limb.

But instead-

The assassin's eyes bulged in utter disbelief.

The instant Cain's fingers connected, the momentum of the lunge

vanished.

Not diminished.

Erased.

The assassin went rigid, baffled by the occurrence.

Then the situation worsened dramatically.

In dread, he observed as the energy he'd infused into the assault

started draining from the spear-pulled toward the blade clutched in

Cain's free hand.

The pale flames ignited fiercely.

Their ferocity leaped to a whole new height.

The sky overhead came to a standstill.

The turbulent clouds paused in their rush.

The sea beneath hardened motionless, its surges held in lofty

crimson barriers.

Even far-off bolts of lightning hung suspended.

The assassin's core quaked.

Terror overwhelmed his thoughts.

"I came under the orders of the Dark Blood Kingdom!" he yelled.

Cain's eyes tightened.

A flicker of ease crossed the assassin's visage. In the Dark Blood Realm, that kingdom's name wielded unchallenged might. None would dare proceed rashly after hearing it.

Regrettably for him-

Cain pressed on undeterred.

The Blade at the End of Time swung.

In one fluid, powerful arc, Cain cleaved ahead with full might.

The cut gouged a huge gash over the assassin's torso. Pale flames burst from the rent, racing both inside and out

at once.

Blood gushed from the laceration-

-and halted in midair.

The assassin howled as the Quietus Force seeped into his being, seizing his sinews and throttling his energy's circulation.

Yet Cain had more in store.

His face stayed icy and pitiless.

Rotating the Blade at the End of Time, he adjusted his footing and

readied another assault.

This round-

He aimed to bisect the assassin completely.