The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2332 The Power of the Ancient One

"ARRGGHHH!"

A hellish shriek reverberated from the confines of the golden clasp as Paramount struggled to tear it open. Chords of glowing red light pulsed across the four-armed Neo-Angel's lithic skin, his frame expanding as he resisted the suffocating weight.

A hint of astonishment flickered in the Demon King's gaze upon witnessing the raw power of the four-armed Neo-Angel.

"Not bad," the Demon King remarked with composure. "Your Cultivation and natural gifts are truly remarkable. It is a pity you do not serve me!"

Following his declaration, he extended his palm and shifted his posture into a cryptic stance that mirrored the infinity symbol. Instantly, a deluge of golden palms poured from the heavens, battering Paramount’s form with relentless intensity. Imbued with divine authority, each blow hammered the Neo-Angel toward the earth, burying him deeper into the soil with every strike.

The ground groaned under the immense burden, fracturing as the barrage grew more violent. Before long, the sickening crunch of snapping bones began to ring out.

"Neo-Angel Draconic Breath!"

Just as the four-armed Neo-Angel’s end seemed certain, a monstrous roar thundered from afar. Zylax unhinged his massive jaws, the luminous veins along his spine glowing fiercely as condensed lightning swirled in his maw. In a blinding flash, a stream of high-pressure draconic lightning discharged—a beam so concentrated it appeared capable of piercing through a star.

The Demon King’s eyes narrowed instantly, forced to shift his focus and redirect his Qi.

The assault pinning Paramount vanished as golden hands quickly swirled around the Demon King, weaving a protective cocoon. The draconic breath collided with the barrier, shoving the cocoon through the air before finally detonating it into the distance.

The golden shell held firm for a heartbeat.

Then, it dissolved.

The Demon King stepped out entirely unscathed, his demeanor cool and unruffled. Nevertheless, a glimmer of genuine surprise remained in his eyes.

His hundreds of golden hands had failed to execute the four-armed Neo-Angel, and the sheer momentum of the lightning breath had actually forced him to retreat.

It was now evident that although the Demon King outclassed the Neo-Angels in every category, wiping them out would be no simple task.

Zylax and Paramount glared at him with murderous intent, their souls burning with fierce resolve. Surviving that initial exchange had only hardened their spirits.

A slow grin touched the Demon King’s lips as his golden aura erupted, becoming more dense and brilliant until it swallowed the sky.

"Let’s do this," he declared.

In the following second, the figure of an old man plummeted from the heavens—while a gargantuan dragon and a four-armed titan charged at him from both sides.

Elsewhere within the inner sanctum of Origin Island, a solitary figure stood enveloped in a cloak of shadows.

His eyes burned with a sharp white radiance as he observed the three entities standing before him.

Two among them were Middle Alpha-Omega Overgods.

One was a massive, terrifying combatant dressed in ornate dark armor that seemed crafted from steel and shadow. A purple aura swirled around him like sentient mist, leaking from his limbs as he clutched a wicked, bladed weapon in each hand.

The second possessed wide spectral wings. His plate was a hybrid of metal and ancient machinery, battered and dented from endless warfare. A shredded cloak billowed behind him, and he held a colossal scythe whose power felt potent enough to rot the very fabric of space.

The third appeared the most human of the group.

He rested a gargantuan sword casually across his shoulder. With his jagged hair and visor-like glasses, he exuded a sharp, veteran aura. He was the most formidable of the trio—a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod.

They were three True Depravitas.

Any lesser cultivator would have been frozen in terror by such a presence. Yet, the figure in the shadows simply smirked.

The three True Depravitas traded grave looks before nodding in silent agreement.

In a flash, they disappeared.

They materialized instantly in front of the shadowed man, their weapons cutting through the air from all angles. Their attacks were fueled not just by physical might, but by Depravita Power—an energy that could rot the soul and mind of any master in an instant.

However, just as their strikes were set to connect, a strange sensation hit them.

Their blades collided with something invisible.

An unseen wall blocked their path, halting their weapons with absolute certainty.

In the next moment, the shadowed figure lifted his right hand.

A shockwave erupted—not merely through the atmosphere, but through the foundation of reality itself. It surged outward, warping the laws of nature and violently repelling everything in its way.

The three True Depravitas were sent flying, their bodies tossed into the horizon.

They slammed brutally into the earth, deep gashes opening across their bodies. Despite the injuries, their Depravita Auras flared, mending the flesh at a rapid pace.

Even so, their expressions turned grim.

They had felt the weight of their opponent's strength—and it exceeded anything they had ever encountered.

The human-looking True Depravita regained his footing, his gaze sharpening.

"So this is the Power of Negation of the Ancient One," he muttered slowly. "The ability to negate reality itself. You nullify our strikes before they touch you, force the dimensions to realign, and then reject our very existence—commanding the world to cast us out."

Such a power shattered the natural order of the world. It was a level of authority only attainable by one who had caught a glimpse of the Fourth Realm.

The Ancient One looked at the human True Depravita and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment.

"It is no surprise that you are a favorite of that old monster," he said evenly. "Your intuition and perception are impressive, Roku." The Ancient One’s gaze turned frigid as he made a small gesture with his hand.

"However," he added, "that only increases my desire to end you." The three True Depravitas exhaled deeply, tightening their grip on their hilts. They shared one last look, then nodded and advanced as one.

It mattered little that their foe was the Ancient One.

Even if victory was impossible—

They would fight to the end.