The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2370 The Scarlet King's new race (I)

Anark's grin broadened while sensing the immense might in each of his strikes. The Emptiness Lord's Essence concentrated on one sole objective, restricted only to the Primordial Race. Nevertheless, the Samsara Arsenal Module rated it as a Tier Zero Gift because of the immense potency it bestowed.

Under Anark's control, the Primordial Force of the Void swelled beyond double its previous intensity. As this force formed the heart of the True Primordial's fighting prowess, the boost elevated his battling power to a degree that could truly overpower the King of the Root.

"Damn it!" Radagon bellowed upon instantly reclaiming command of his form, his gaze igniting with intense anger.

During their initial confrontation, he had almost slain the True Primordial in one hit. But now, he found himself driven back. Sure, he wasn't at full strength, yet he remained the King of the Root.

He refused to accept domination from a being who wasn't even the mightiest fighter in the cosmos.

Countless eyes scattered over Radagon's form lit up as he started drawing the World of the Root's energy into his being via his Gift. His physique ballooned, sinews bulging while his build turned bigger and more robust, radiating a suffocating presence that warped the nearby space.

In the following moment, Radagon stomped the void.

Space fractured.

Propelled by savage velocity, he charged at Anark with horrifying swiftness, his hands fusing into a gigantic mallet of packed energy as he hammered down at the True Primordial.

But right when the strike neared its target, a purple whirlpool sprang forth

encircling Anark, making his figure disappear.

The space-time on the World of the Root's outer layer stood utterly locked by the flood of chaotic forces on the field. Teleportation ought to have been out of the question.

Still, Radagon's vision told no falsehoods.

Before grasping the event, the purple whirlpool materialized right overhead. Anark burst out from within, beaming broadly, and dove headlong at Radagon's rear.

The attack held force that went beyond harming the body—it targeted the spirit and core directly.

Radagon's gaze quivered fiercely as crimson liquid gushed from his lips. His enormous frame got hurled downward, slamming into the terrain with impact so fierce that nearby earth crumbled away.

Anark's eyes shone with exhilaration and eagerness.

The Primordial Force of the Void offered more than raw ruin. It embodied the strength to break every boundary, nullify barriers, and even bend realities. Owing to the enhancement from the Emptiness Lord's Essence, Anark was now able to tear open gateways in space-time despite seals from Alpha-Omega Overgod-tier powers.

Paired with his knack for recovery no matter the injury, this let the True Primordial battle with savage intensity.

Wasting no time, Anark dove earthward like a purple shooting star, colliding straight with Radagon. The collision wiped out all in proximity, unleashing ripples that ripped across the World of the Root's exterior.

Naturally, Anark ignored any side destruction.

That formed the core aim of this clash.

"BOOOOOM!"

A far-off blast resounded over the field as Robuke succeeded in engaging Cain and at last scattering the Gate of Babylon. Still, the Scarlet King stood firm, persisting in resisting the Monster of the Root.

Cain grinned.

Though the recoil from deploying the Gate of Babylon struck hard, his

vast vitality let him withstand it effortlessly. Yet, his face grew keen upon spotting the breach in the Wall of Fire and Flesh starting to mend.

He and Anark had performed outstandingly. Their skirmishes had badly undermined the base of the World of the Root's top level. On their own, they held enough might to stay within should the Wall seal shut completely.

However, others accompanied them.

The remaining fighters from the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance lacked undying forms. They couldn't dismiss injuries, nor expend life force and soul force without repercussions.

Cain yearned to press on. He sensed the outer layer wouldn't last much more. Should they keep attacking, it could crumble wholly. And pulling back would let the World of the Root start mending.

It wouldn't heal completely—but it would delay them

considerably.

Still, no true option existed.

He and Anark couldn't battle the World of the Root by themselves.

"Retreat!" Cain ordered.

Upon hearing that, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's troops

displayed faint grins of ease. Weary yet orderly, they arranged compact ranks and pulled out, leaving the World of the Root to reenter the emptiness.

Cain and Anark exited last.

While withdrawing, the pair caught the seething loathing and wrath in the Root warriors' stares. The havoc wrought by just the two surpassed the sum of every other encounter.

This stemmed from dragging the combat right onto the soil.

The Scarlet King fixed his gaze on Robuke until the gap in the Wall of Fire and Flesh sealed at last. Then alone did he face the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance's fighters.

Awe and incredulity filled their looks.

They had seen Cain's strength surge to a horrifying height. His protections hit such a dominant peak that they questioned scratching his hide.

Cain just grinned at their faces and directed them to start recovery before heading back to the Everstrife Empyrean World. The fight hadn't hurt him badly. Even after consuming life force and soul force, the harm mended simply. This freed Cain to ponder a much weightier matter.

"If I want to win," he mused, "I need to boost the strength of those

around me."

A profound, threatening gleam flickered in Cain's eyes as a notion formed.

The notion of a fresh race.