The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2333 The Ancient One vs Leader of the Masked Race

Unleashing every ounce of their might, Roku and the two other True Depravitas surged toward the Ancient One from all directions.

However, the distance between them simply vanished whenever their strikes drew near. Space itself was negated, making it an impossible feat to actually reach him.

This defense wasn't restricted to physical combat. Energy-based techniques faltered, spiritual incursions vanished, and even strikes aimed at the soul dissolved before they could connect. Every attempt to inflict harm was wiped away as though the attacks had never been launched in the first place.

Nevertheless, the Ancient One was not entirely invincible, despite his overwhelming power.

While the creator of the Neo-Angels possessed the ability to negate attacks and manifest repulsive forces strong enough to shatter bones and send foes flying, his technique held a specific flaw. Each time the power of Negation was activated, he was required to remain perfectly still. His lethal potential was momentarily constrained, bound by the very authority he commanded.

That window of limitation, however, was short-lived.

Once the Ancient One had fully analyzed their Depravita abilities and combat patterns, he initiated his counterattack.

His figure vanished instantly.

The trio was stunned by the sudden explosion of speed. Like a phantom, the Ancient One reappeared in their midst, his strikes precise and devoid of mercy. Every hit he delivered was backed by colossal physical strength. With each impact, the forms of the True Depravitas were ravaged—flesh was shredded and bones were crushed—forcing their regenerative powers to operate at their absolute peak.

They recovered, only to be hammered once more.

Less than a minute had passed before the three were already on the verge of total collapse. Their healing factors began to lag, their limbs felt heavy, and visible cracks started spiderwebbing through their Depravita Auras.

Then, at the exact moment the Ancient One struck the True Depravita wielding the scythe, a chilling smile spread across the man's face.

Before the Ancient One could even pull his fist back from the man’s torso, the True Depravita’s soul ignited.

He chose self-destruction.

A titanic eruption of despair and energy exploded outward, fueled by the sacrifice of his soul and life essence. The blast was so violent that it distorted the atmosphere and ground the earth into powder, sending devastating shockwaves rippling across the warzone.

A second later, the Ancient One stepped out from the center of the explosion.

His expression turned grave as he looked down at his arm, where the concentrated essence of plague and disease was spreading through his skin. The energy clung to his flesh like a sentient curse, relentless and corrosive.

Against any other opponent, such a wound would have been a death sentence.

The suicidal explosion of a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod, bolstered by Depravita power, was capable of maiming even the most formidable entities. Yet, the Ancient One simply channeled his internal power. As his aura flared with intensity, the toxins and diseases began to rot away, evaporating into nothingness.

In a matter of moments, his limb was completely healed.

He tightened his fists, his physical form restored to its peak. However, a deep scowl creased his features as he scanned the area.

Using the chaos of the self-destruction as a distraction, Roku and the remaining True Depravita had successfully fled.

What irritated the Ancient One even more was that he couldn't even claim a confirmed kill. The one who had detonated his own soul had already lost his—

His grin widened a fraction.

“As you can observe, he was the one who disappeared.”

A glimmer of shock surfaced in Zuko’s eyes. However, it was replaced almost instantly by a state of absolute focus and tranquility.

“I have a memory of everyone who was present during the last opening,” Zuko answered calmly. “And you were not one of them.”

“Was I not?” the Ancient One remarked casually.

In the following heartbeat, the gap between them vanished as if it had been erased from reality.

They stood suddenly face to face.

The Ancient One’s hand shot forward without a moment's pause. Massive amounts of energy pooled in his palm, becoming so dense that space-time itself seemed to dissolve upon contact.

Just as the strike was set to land on Zuko—

He vanished.

A flicker of genuine surprise—a rare sight—passed over the Ancient One’s face. It was immediately overtaken by sharp concentration as Zuko materialized on his left side, swinging a dark blade toward his throat. The Power of Negation triggered instantly, warping reality to reject the incoming blow. The sword’s momentum slowed, as if it were being dragged through a thick, invisible swamp.

This was the same power that had effortlessly neutralized the synchronized attacks of the three True Depravitas.

Yet, on this occasion, it failed to halt the edge.

The Ancient One dodged to the side, putting distance between himself and Zuko. But in the next breath, his eyes went wide.

A thin trail of blood was running down his neck.

For the first time since he had set foot on Origin Island, the Ancient One had been cut.