The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2399 A group of killers

"He managed to sense my existence."

A spark of true curiosity ignited in Cain despite himself. Even with the commander's savage look—his massive build, armor forged from writhing flesh, and the wild energy emanating from him—the figure possessed an insight and awareness that eclipsed his raw brutality.

"Perilous."

Cain halted briefly, focusing his determination. Then, resolutely, his words thundered over the red waves.

"Who are you," he questioned icily, "and why do you presume to disrupt my cultivation!?"

His tone cut like a blade, unrelenting, infused with tremendous force and dominance. The declaration boomed through the heavens, squeezing the atmosphere and roiling the scarlet sea below. The

frailer fighters among them grew ashen-faced right away; a few stumbled rearward, spewing blood while their insides churned from the crushing intensity of Cain's aura.

Based on all Cain had witnessed up to now, any sign of negotiation or courtesy would simply mark him as vulnerable to these beings. Any delay would provoke assault, much like beasts prowling around fresh gore in the depths.

This realm honored power exclusively!

Still, amid the crushing force, the commander showed no rash aggression. Instead, he held his stance firm. His stare intensified, and Cain sensed the warrior had grasped a key truth.

That Cain posed no easy target.

"I am Amaro," the colossal figure answered, his tone resounding with might that nearly rivaled Cain's. The blood sea's surface churned wildly from his utterance. "General of the Kalous Kingdom, from

the Great City of Kalous."

His gaze blazed with icy command as he pressed on, "The Ocean of the Blood Sun is territory of the Kalous Kingdom. You stand as an outsider. And you have taken what is ours."

Cain nearly chuckled.

"Is my fortune really this rotten?" he thought to himself. Among all the spots to arrive, naturally this sea was already claimed.

Yet retreat was impossible at this point.

A chill swept through Cain's expansive mind, trailed by raw murderous urge. The blood sea reacted at once, swells mounting and swirling in harmony with his intent.

"I understand," Cain responded evenly. "So it seems I'll need to eliminate you... to establish that this domain belongs to me alone. And that others hold no right to it."

As soon as his statement landed, the sea burst into frenzy.

Enormous palms of solidified blood erupted skyward, each dwarfing peaks, as innumerable lances of rigid scarlet streaked through the heavens with horrifying velocity. They rent the firmament, distorting reality while racing toward Amaro and his followers.

The counterattack came without delay.

Amaro bellowed while his essence burst forth, shadowy fires flaring about his knuckles. The fighters trailing him dispersed chaotically, lacking ranks or unity. They battled not as troops.

They clashed as assassins.

All of them acted solo, releasing their utmost strength heedless of comrades. Their forms served as lethal instruments—each fiber, skeleton, and tendon honed for carnage. Certain ones vaulted airborne with bursting vigor, while others confronted the blood lances directly, demolishing them via brute force.

Amaro stood as a beast in his own right.

His blazing knuckles smashed into the titanic blood palms, every clash unleashing tremors over the sea. Each strike bore not just ruin, but might that greatly outstripped his foundational level.

"He's at Peak Arch-Deity," Cain assessed steadily, "but those flames let his strikes hit Alpha-Omega Overgod-tier potency."

Such a feat wouldn't have stunned Cain by itself. Numerous powerhouses wielded techniques to briefly exceed their core might.

What caught him off guard was Amaro's lack of uniqueness.

All the fighters deployed powers of the same vein. Their prowess leaped well past their cultivation via some kind of lineage

ability.

Cain's brow furrowed.

A whole squad able to elevate their combat tier through highly

diverse lineages?

It defied logic.

"Something's eluding me here," Cain concluded.

The clash intensified savagely in mere moments. Blasts tore

over the blood sea's face, evaporating huge swaths of red liquid. Certain strikes held soul-piercing essence, keen enough to endanger the spirit.

However, the harm they dealt proved insignificant.

Cain's form—the blood sea in essence—spanned almost one-fifth of an Empyrean World's girth. For him, their onslaughts amounted to mere surface nicks, akin to needles pricking the hide of a gigantic behemoth.

Regrettably, the reverse held equally.

Cain hadn't slain a solitary foe.

His spirit stretched endlessly, his essence stores infinite—yet dispersed over a colossal frame. This vastness rendered accuracy and control exceedingly tough. His barrages were dominant, yet awkward.

"Guess it's time to turn up the intensity."

Icy determination hardened in Cain while he invoked the Power of Chaos alongside The Flow at once.

The blood palms and lances shifted right away.

They started drawing in the nearby universal laws, vastly boosting their ruinous force. Simultaneously, The Flow's radiance gathered about them, fortifying their form, shifting them from fluid to rigid.

"ARGHHHH!"

A wail of torment rang out over the fray.

One among Amaro's fighters got surprised by the abrupt power spike. A blood palm seized him and hauled him under the waves. At once, myriad red surges pounded down, yanking him into the depths where flight turned hopeless.

He disappeared.

Amaro's eyes flared wide as he pulverized yet another blood palm with a fiery strike. Yet even while the palm burst, the limb's remainder stayed solid and swiftly regenerated. Additional palms rose from all sides.

"What manner of strength is this?" Amaro growled, rage and shock contorting his face.

He poured out all his reserves, but managed only to hold on. He wasn't prevailing; he was merely persisting.

Even worse, additional fighters of his were pulled below, devoured by the sea successively. In truth, Amaro felt no attachment to their fates. They were mere instruments, no less.

Yet forfeiting so many superiors during a routine probe?

That proved intolerable.

"Who could've imagined the Ocean of the Blood Sun turning this ruthless..." he grumbled via gritted fangs.

At last, Amaro unleashed a tremendous flare of shadowy fires, repelling the blood palms and lances in a ferocious blast. Without pause, he bellowed.

"Retreat!"

The remaining fighters moved swiftly, bolting away at top pace.

Cain tried to snare more, but with their sole aim on flight, his bulky, cumbersome assaults failed to trap them further.