The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2343 Adam?

The intensity of the conflict surrounding the pyramid surged with every passing second, escalating further as fresh figures began to materialize on the horizon.

The True Depravitas representing the Life Path and the Neo-Angels of the Freedom Path finally reached the heart of the fray, each newcomer projecting a crushing aura of power and murderous intent.

Despite the casualties suffered during their journey, over a dozen elite experts from both factions arrived, immediately unsealing every drop of their strength to annihilate their rivals.

This was the ultimate battleground of Origin Island, the place where this entire saga would be decided.

Cain remained locked in a savage struggle against the colossal Paramount, fighting side-by-side with the Crimson Exarch. Even though he couldn't permit himself a moment’s lapse in concentration, his senses still registered the exact instant Meylin and the Enlightened One joined the fray.

The pair was currently engaged with two Neo-Angels and had already sustained heavy wounds, yet Cain felt no doubt regarding their prospects. Their ultimate defeat was irrelevant as long as they remained among the living. Survival was the only requirement.

Furthermore, while neither side had achieved total dominance, the Life Path maintained a clear upper hand. The Ancient One was successfully resisting the Demon King—a remarkable achievement given his battered state—though he remained unable to advance toward the pyramid without being violently repelled.

Success would not come easily, but if the Life Path could hold out, Origin Island would eventually reach its limit and shut down, forcibly ejecting everyone from its domain.

Such an outcome wouldn't destroy the Freedom Path, but it would lift the agonizing weight currently pressing down on the Life Path's shoulders.

Without the constant anxiety over the Eternity Gate, they could conduct the war with strategic precision instead of risking everything on desperate, suicidal gambles.

The Ancient One ground his teeth together. Within his remaining eye, a blaze of fury and impotence burned so fiercely it threatened to rupture his chest. The Eternity Gate—the goal he had pursued through countless eras—stood right before him, yet it remained frustratingly out of reach.

Just as the Leader of the Freedom Path believed the situation couldn't possibly deteriorate further, it did.

His eye snapped to the side in astonishment. To lose focus in such a high-stakes duel was a death sentence, but the approaching aura was too massive to ignore.

Even the Demon King found his attention wavering as the new presence drew near.

Soon, every powerhouse engaged at the center of Origin Island turned toward the same coordinate, feeling a colossal surge of power and bloodlust rushing toward them.

The source of the disturbance did not stay hidden for long.

A man characterized by dark hair and violet eyes emerged onto the battlefield. Though his left arm was gone, the loss did nothing to weaken the terrifying pressure he exerted over the area. Even Late Alpha-Omega Overgods felt a cold shiver run down their spines beneath his gaze.

There was no mistaking who he was.

He was Zuko—the Leader of the Masked Race.

His vision immediately locked onto the focus of his rage.

"You decrepit garbage!" Zuko bellowed.

The Demon King, noticing the direction of that glare, felt a flicker of anxiety, but his face soon split into a broad grin when he realized the wrath was intended for the Ancient One.

"Hahaha," the Demon King cackled. "You certainly have a talent for making friends."

Ignoring the taunts, the Ancient One stared at the Leader of the Masked Race with visible bewilderment. He had accepted the risk of a massive backlash to manifest his white plasma wings during their previous encounter, summoning the evolved Negation Coffin—a version containing a galaxy-devouring black hole.

He had been unable to stay and watch the result, but he had been certain the Leader of the Masked Race would be spaghettified, his very existence snuffed out within that singularity for all time.

Yet, the reality before him contradicted his expectations.

Zuko had escaped—just barely—and at a staggering price.

The Leader of the Masked Race ignored the shock on the Ancient One’s face. In truth, being caught within an event horizon where space-time was warped had been a nightmare that nearly broke his spirit. Now, he was possessed by a single obsession.

He would sever the Ancient One's head and stomp it into the dirt.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zuko blurred forward like a streak of obsidian. A single, unlucky Neo-Angel happened to be in his path; Zuko wordlessly sliced him in two, charging through the red mist as his aura grew even more terrifying.

The Ancient One’s instincts screamed in alarm, his eye widening—but before he could move, the Demon King materialized right behind him. The Demon King’s wide smirk made it clear that there would be no retreat.

Zuko lunged from the front with a blade designed to pierce any shield, while the Demon King conjured titanic golden hands at the Ancient One's back, prepared to crush him into the earth.

It appeared that the end had arrived.

However, as death and total erasure closed in, the Ancient One showed no signs of terror.

Instead, he began to smile.

In that heartbeat, time itself appeared to halt. Every soul on the battlefield heard the Ancient One's voice resonate throughout the heart of Origin Island.

"Very well," he uttered with eerie calm. "I planned to save this for after I crossed the gate, but a trump card is useless to a dead man."

The shadows swirling around the Ancient One suddenly rushed toward his chest, condensing into a dark, thrumming core. For the first time, his authentic form was visible to everyone.

He was a remarkably handsome man with sharp, defined features and dark hair. His physique seemed to be the pinnacle of vitality and power, polished to perfection over eons. Every detail of his being appeared flawless, as if he had been sculpted by time itself.

The sight left the spectators speechless. Many had anticipated a withered, ancient husk—even the Neo-Angels, who had never seen his face before.

But the Demon King was the most shaken of all.

His grin vanished instantly as a shock of recognition hit him like a physical blow.

"...Adam?"