The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2335 White wings that summon the World Matrix

The Enlightened One’s eyes flared with a sudden brilliance just as the blade was poised to strike, causing the flow of time to grind to a halt.

Shock filled the eyes of the Leader of the Masked Race as he found himself unable to drive his sword forward. The wall of resistance was insurmountable. Before his mind could grasp the situation, the fabric of space surrounding him began to warp and implode.

In a mere heartbeat, a colossal cage of absolute darkness manifested, sealing him within.

"Negation Coffin," the Ancient One declared, his voice resonating with a freezing chill.

The stagnation of time vanished.

The obsidian prison shuddered under the weight of a terrifying energy erupting inside—a force designed to erase existence itself, paired with a crushing pressure equivalent to a multitude of black holes condensed into a singular point.

Zuko’s pupils dilated as the assault hit him from every angle, mangling his physical form and tearing at the very atoms of his body and the essence of his soul.

The Masked Race was renowned for their peerless durability, and Zuko possessed the ultimate physique of his kind. Nevertheless, even his legendary toughness was failing him now.

Blood began to seep from his eyes, nose, and mouth as he felt his internal organs being twisted into knots.

Escape was a necessity—yet the Negation Coffin was a void without direction, possessing neither ceiling nor floor. It was a desolate dimension of pure annihilation where the forces of negation hammered him without pause, growing more suffocating with every passing second.

The grim specter of death loomed over the Leader of the Masked Race.

Despite the peril, his mental fortitude remained unshaken.

Inhaling deeply, Zuko brought his hand to his face. Without hesitation, he plunged his finger straight into his own cranium.

A cruel, bloodstained grin touched the Ancient One’s lips as he sensed Zuko’s existence being pulverized. This technique had been meticulously crafted to deal with the Demon King himself. It was a spaceless dungeon where a target would be ground into nothingness, rendering even the famed regeneration of the True Depravitas leader completely futile.

The plan was unfolding flawlessly.

Until—

"CRACK."

A jagged fissure split the surface of the Negation Coffin.

The Ancient One had no time to respond before the fractures multiplied at a frantic pace, causing the dark cage to shatter into a million shards. The prison burst outward, revealing Zuko standing amidst the debris.

A mask now adorned his features.

His aura exploded.

The energy radiating from the Leader of the Masked Race reached unprecedented heights, becoming violent and tidal. The Ancient One’s frame shook uncontrollably as blood leaked from his eyes; the backlash from his ultimate technique being destroyed so brutally was ravaging his body and soul.

Yet, that pain was the least of his concerns.

Zuko did not grant him a moment’s respite.

His blade cut through the air like a flash of lightning.

In a desperate bid for survival, the Ancient One summoned his tentacles to form a shield while retreating, all while fighting to contain the internal havoc caused by the backlash. However, the sheer might Zuko commanded after donning his Mask was monstrous.

The defensive tentacles were swept aside like chaff.

Zuko’s sword tore through flesh, Qi, and spirit simultaneously. Every slash bit deep into the bone, severing not just the physical form but the very conduits of the Ancient One’s power. Each impact vibrated directly into his core.

Grievous wounds multiplied across the Ancient One’s torso, spraying blood across the firmament.

Finally, Zuko delivered a cataclysmic strike that nearly cleaved the Ancient One in half, carving a deep trench into his chest and slamming him into the earth with the force of a falling star.

The Leader of the Masked Race hovered in the sky, his eyes devoid of pity, prepared to deliver the killing blow.

But as he prepared to descend into the wreckage, his instincts screamed a warning of mortal danger.

Zuko froze in mid-air.

His expression turned grim as the dust settled, showing the Ancient One rising from the ruined earth once more. The Power of Negation swirled around him, stitching his physical injuries together with unnatural speed, though the deep scars on his soul and energy remained.

Something had shifted.

The Ancient One’s aura began to skyrocket—climbing higher and higher—until, before Zuko’s startled eyes, wings of white plasma tore out from his back.

Zuko’s knuckles whitened as he gripped his hilt.

He could sense a lethal power radiating from those wings—something far transcending the Ancient One’s previous limits. His eyes widened as the wings merged with the local space, causing the Matrix of the island to manifest.

The Ancient One looked toward the Leader of the Masked Race, his eyes turning into vast pools of white radiance—a stare that signaled total erasure.

"Time to finish this."

In a different part of the battlefield, Meylin and the Enlightened One were locked in combat with a Neo-Angel.

Their foe was Parmeto, a humanoid warrior wielding a massive drill that was nearly larger than himself. All three fighters were battered and bloodied, the landscape around them reduced to rubble after an hour of non-stop attrition. They were all nearing their limits.

As they charged forward to settle the score, the very laws of Origin Island began to vibrate. A titanic wave of energy washed over the land, a power so vast it echoed through every layer of reality.

Parmeto paused, paralyzed by shock.

It was his first time witnessing the fundamental laws react with such violence.

To the Neo-Angel's misfortune, the True Depravita of Origin Sin and the Enlightened One were accustomed to such phenomena. Maintaining their concentration, they instantly capitalized on his hesitation.

Meylin tapped into the zenith of Redemption Incarnation. Her twin swords impaled Parmeto, locking his movements entirely. Simultaneously, the Enlightened One brought his staff down with world-crushing force, striking Parmeto’s skull directly.

The Neo-Angel’s eyes filled with terror.

He was helpless to resist.

The staff detonated upon contact, vaporizing his head, shattering his soul, and forcing his True Name to flee the battlefield.

Grim smiles crossed the faces of Meylin and the Enlightened One as their opponent collapsed. Even though Parmeto was merely an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod, his fall was a significant victory.

One less foe to face. One step closer to the end.