The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2365 The Immortal Knight arrives in the Everstrife Empyrean World

Cain took his position once again in front of the Wall of Fire and Flesh.

The collective warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance assembled behind him, their combined auras saturating the void with an intense display of power and determination. On this occasion, two additional Empyrean Worlds had joined their ranks.

Markin and Kaizer stood at the vanguard.

Both men wore grave expressions as they gazed upon the nightmare before them. Directly confronting the World of the Root for the first time was an experience that could strike fear into the hearts of even the most powerful beings. The very void surrounding the Wall of Fire and Flesh felt antagonistic, dripping with a sense of malice and insatiable hunger.

The sight was truly terrifying.

Cain spared a quick look at the pair and gave a soft shake of his head.

While the World of the Root was undeniably gruesome, Cain and the veteran alliance members had become desensitized to its foul nature through repeated exposure. Whether such a familiarity was a gift or a burden remained unclear, but it certainly made it easier to initiate the assault.

Cain lifted his hand, wasting no more time.

The Power of Chaos erupted.

Hovering above him, the All-Devouring Eye appeared, its crimson iris whirling as it focused on the Wall of Fire and Flesh. Massive sections of the barrier were swallowed whole before the Eye discharged a colossal blast of concentrated annihilation.

The beam surged forward, punching a clean hole through the Wall.

However, unlike their last breach, they were not met with an undefended surface.

The enemy was waiting.

Robuke stood at the front, his primal, monstrous form oozing bloodlust and violence. Radagon loomed beside him along with several other formidable Root entities, their collective killing intent so overwhelming that it caused space itself to warp.

Cain took a deep breath.

His gaze turned as cold as ice.

The Wings of Chaos flared from his back as he manifested a Zero-State Spear. The weapon’s power intensified as he channeled both his soul force and life force into its frame.

"Go."

With that brief command, Cain plunged headlong into the World of the Root.

He ensured that Markin and Kaizer were pushed to the front, forcing them to take the lead as they passed through the gap. He had no intention of letting those two remain safely behind his back.

"KILL!"

The world trembled under the weight of Robuke's roar.

In a flash, the terrain of the World of the Root was transformed into a theater of apocalyptic warfare. This was precisely the outcome the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance desired.

Their objective wasn't to occupy—it was to destroy.

Even though a direct assault on the world’s surface was grueling amidst such madness, the resulting collateral damage was immense. Every collision sent tremors through the earth, chipping away at the Root’s psychic core and its very life force.

Cain engaged Robuke in a direct clash.

Spear and axe met repeatedly, each strike shattering the heavens above. Every exchange carved out massive pits of void—pockets of absolute vacuum that could swallow Prima Deities as easily as if they were gnats.

Robuke’s savagery was relentless.

He fought with no regard for self-preservation, devoid of fear or restraint. He was a being of pure destruction who understood nothing but total erasure. Every bout forced Cain to push his limits, answering the monster’s ferocity with his own brand of brutality.

The conflict intensified.

The fleshy ground of the World of the Root began to split and sear, collapsing under the weight of the unending bombardment. Cain wished they could prolong this for days, reducing the entire realm to cinders—but the circumstances would not permit it.

The breach in the Wall of Fire and Flesh was already starting to knit itself back together.

"Retreat."

The order echoed sharply across the battlefield.

The legions of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance immediately broke off their attacks, pulling back in an orderly fashion and vanishing into the void just as the opening sealed shut.

Every soldier showed signs of deep fatigue.

Nevertheless, smiles were visible on many faces.

The damage they had inflicted was substantial. The scars from their previous raid were still there, and now they had been widened significantly. The World of the Root had suffered fresh injuries—minor perhaps, but these were wounds that would fester.

With enough time, they would eventually strike the heart.

Cain looked toward Cipher, Amara, Zephirax, Arkam, and Uriel, nodding to them with a broad grin. A scarlet glow shimmered in their eyes, their spirits lifted by a mix of adrenaline and newfound resolve.

Cain then turned his attention toward the warriors from the Endlessnight and Eternitysoul Empyrean Worlds.

He gave them a respectful, solemn nod.

They had performed well, and their participation had allowed the path of destruction to reach much further. Cain noted that they had been cautious, prioritizing their own lives over a reckless expenditure of life force—but he had anticipated as much.

"Let us recover," Cain stated in a steady voice. "The faster we heal, the sooner we can return to burn their world again."

The members of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance nodded before departing, each heading back to their own domains.

Cain made his way back to the Everstrife Empyrean World.

Standing in solitude before his throne, he opened his palm. A small, crimson sphere appeared, containing a swirling sea of vitality and blood. Through the Power of Chaos, Cain had secretly harvested every drop of life force and blood shed on the battlefield, condensing it into this single orb.

His motive was straightforward.

He planned to further refine the Doomsday Art.

Having ascended to the rank of ArchDeity Primordial, he finally possessed a real opportunity to master the ultimate level of the Doomsday Star. His gut told him he would require that strength in the very near future.

In his opposite hand, a Revolution Flame sparked to life, glowing with a rebellious light.

These two powers would be his primary focus—abilities that would bolster his own strength, provide him with unstoppable trump cards, and raise the status of his people alongside him.

Cain began his Cultivation without delay.

The years rolled by.

He continued to lead his armies, launching one raid after another into the World of the Root while refining his power without pause. It was a relentless cycle of growth and combat, yet it resulted in consistent advancement on all fronts.

But Cain was not the only one making moves.

A new presence arrived quietly within the Everstrife Empyrean World.

The newcomer was a bald, muscular old man with a flowing beard; his aura was understated, yet it carried a suffocating weight.

The Immortal Knight of the Tenth Empyrean World had made his appearance.