The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2362 Spies from the The Tenth Empyrean World

Markin wore a charming, radiant grin as he responded to Cain’s inquiry, laying out his intentions. "My only goal is the protection of my homeland. I hold no malice toward anyone here, nor do I wish to cause harm."

Kaizer, however, remained stone-faced. Though he was clearly still brooding over the numerous concessions he had been coerced into, he gave a resolute nod. "My objective is the security of my kingdom. I have no intent to injure the members of this alliance."

Immediately, Cipher and the others shifted their gaze toward Cain, awaiting his reaction.

A heavy tension filled the air as the Scarlet King’s brilliant crimson eyes glowed, fixating on the pair as if his stare could penetrate the very depths of their minds and souls.

The group felt their hearts lighten slightly when they saw him offer a subtle nod and a faint smile.

While they didn't truly trust the duo yet, confirming that there were no immediate plans for a betrayal was a vital step forward.

"Since this matter has been resolved," Cain remarked with composure, "we must proceed to our strategy for the upcoming battle."

His statement commanded everyone's focus. Silence fell over the chamber as Cain began to detail their plan of attack.

"Wiping out the World of the Root in a single strike is currently beyond our capabilities," he stated bluntly. "If we become ensnared inside that world while the Wall of Fire and Flesh is at its peak, many among us will perish."

The gathered super powerhouses nodded in quiet consensus. The Wall of Fire and Flesh was a terrifyingly potent barrier—one that could prevent both entry and retreat once it was fully sealed.

"Nevertheless," the Scarlet King went on, "staying idle is not an option. Even if the Root's forces are currently confined within their borders, that situation will not remain static forever."

His gaze grew sharp.

"I am certain they are weaving schemes, much like they did with the gateway to the Emptiness."

The room's atmosphere turned thick and anxious. Every person present grasped the gravity of the situation. To wait too long was to risk the Root finishing a preparation far more devastating than the last.

They could not permit the tragic fate of the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World to befall their own homes.

"Action is required," Cain declared. "Our most effective move is to gradually erode the World of the Root itself."

His eyes, swirling with the power of Chaos, burned with determination.

"I will utilize my Chaos Arts to tear a breach through the Wall of Fire and Flesh. After that, I will lead the charge alongside you. I will deal with Robuke personally. You will handle the remaining forces."

A vivid mental image of the conflict formed in his mind, and his voice carried the weight of that absolute certainty.

"We do not aim to seize the world in one fell swoop," Cain explained. "The goal is to inflict deep wounds—to damage its vital life force and its psychic energy. It will be a grueling, long-term campaign, but by incinerating it bit by bit, the World of the Root will lose the strength required to resurrect its champions."

He took a brief breath.

"Eventually, it will be backed into a corner: either it forsakes its powerhouses or burns its very essence to keep them standing. In either scenario, we emerge victorious."

Cain ceased speaking, giving the others a moment to raise concerns or suggest changes. The experts at the table traded looks, but in the end, no one voiced an objection.

The strategy was straightforward.

It was undoubtedly perilous, but it provided a clear trajectory and a legitimate path to triumph.

"Then the plan is set," Cain announced. "We shall take two weeks to rest. That window should suffice for everyone to heal from the injuries sustained in our last encounter."

His eyes narrowed once more.

"We won the previous engagement without losing a single soul. Do not let that success lead to arrogance. The Root is not an opponent one can afford to take lightly. The situation could shift drastically when we meet again."

He scanned the room, meeting the eyes of everyone present.

"Ensure your forces are on high alert. Be ready for any sudden developments!"

Amara, Cipher, Zephirax, Arkam, and Uriel all gave their assent. Each offered a respectful hand clasp toward the Scarlet King before departing to rejoin their respective people.

"This meeting has been quite enlightening, Scarlet King," Markin said, performing a deep bow. "I will head back immediately to fulfill the requirements you have set."

Flashing a confident grin, he vanished through a golden portal.

Kaizer followed shortly after, his face grim as he gave a curt bow. "We will assemble the evil cultivators and the promised treasures with all due haste."

With those words, the Atrox sovereign returned to his own realm.

Before long, the chamber held only Cain and Anark.

The True Primordial of the Void kept his eyes fixed on the spots where the portals to Markin and Kaizer’s Empyrean Worlds had been. A slow frown creased his forehead.

"Something about those two feels wrong to me," Anark murmured.

Cain nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

"If my suspicions are correct, they are moles."

Anark’s eyes snapped wide, his aura becoming razor-sharp in an instant.

"Did your senses pick up on any malice or hidden ill intent?"

Cain shook his head slowly.

"No. Through the Power of Chaos and the Flow, I perceived only a sincere urge to defend their territories. I felt no direct hostility toward us."

Anark looked visibly puzzled, but Cain continued his explanation calmly.

"The emotional spectrum of any sentient being is multifaceted. Spikes of resentment or fury are common even in those who are loyal—particularly following threats or public humiliation."

His expression grew slightly more somber.

"Even after I shamed them and hinted that I could conquer their worlds by force, I detected no enmity. That leaves us with two paths. Either they are truly virtuous saints, or..."

Anark concluded the thought with a dark tone. "Or they have a method to cloak their true heart from your perception."

The True Primordial of the Void narrowed his eyes, a grim shadow crossing his features.

"The Root?"

It was the most logical culprit. If any entity had a reason to plant spies, it was their primary foe.

Cain shook his head once more.

"Robuke, Radagon, and their ilk possess immense power," he noted. "But none of them have the capability to hide from my sight. There is only one power that has successfully done so until now."

Understanding dawned on Anark’s face, and his hands balled into fists.

"The Tenth Empyrean World."