The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2431 New enemy (II)

Cain's eyes narrowed in an instant.

Without his superior velocity and the protective innate domain encircling him, the assault would have sliced directly across his visage—a

blow capable of ending his life.

This physique possessed immense might, exceeding his Primordial Body from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, and perhaps surpassing even his form from the Crimson World. Still, it missed one vital feature: miraculous healing.

A solid strike to an essential organ posed a grave risk.

An extreme peril.

"How did his strength surge like that?" Cain pondered, fixing his stare on the Aztorus King.

Right away, he spotted the anomaly.

Eonar's gaze appeared hazy and distant, as though his mind was under restraint. Cain's focus quickly turned to the armament gripped in his grasp.

The Blade of the End of Times shook with intense fury.

Suddenly, protrusions burst from the blade's exterior, burrowing deeply into Eonar's skin.

In the following moment, waves of shadowy energy exploded from the sword, pouring into Eonar's form. The force coursed through his bloodstream like flowing darkness, closing injuries, bolstering tissues, and even mending his mangled left limb—the one ravaged almost completely by the metallic cubes' explosions.

That limb reshaped itself, now encased in shadowy plasma that sparked with ruinous energy, emitting strength much superior to its prior state.

"ARGHHHH!"

Eonar howled in torment as the orb set in the sword's hilt clamped closed—only to manifest anew moments later next to his Ancestor Eye.

The orb shone with a sinister and foreboding glow while a surge of spiritual energy burst from it. The armament was devouring Eonar's essence to amplify his might.

Once the change concluded, Eonar faced Cain.

His original eyes held no spark, devoid of vitality.

Yet the shadowy orb upon his brow blazed with unchecked murderous urge and insatiable craving.

"Interesting," Cain whispered.

Even amid the evident peril, a subtle grin pulled at his mouth.

The Blade of the End of Times was undoubtedly a remarkable artifact.

And Cain desired it.

For one brief moment, the pair locked eyes.

Then they disappeared.

They materialized again in a flash, smashing together with horrifying velocity.

Cain swiftly perceived the slim layer of energy cloaking Eonar's frame, just a handful of centimeters wide. Though slender, the time-based shield effectively blocked a large share of Cain's domain influence.

The sword slashed toward Cain's throat.

Swift.

Yet Cain moved swifter.

He evaded the edge by the tiniest fraction and countered with a savage fist aimed squarely at Eonar's features.

If the armament posed the real menace, then shattering its wielder made sense. With that accomplished, the sword might be contained.

"BOOM!"

The collision released a ferocious blast that ripped across the heavens. Cain's pure might wasn't exceptional on its own—but velocity and impetus turned the hit into utter devastation. Eonar's head jerked sharply, but this time, he stayed rooted.

Cain's eyes tightened.

The sword had boosted Eonar's durability too.

No chance to ponder it lingered.

The blade struck back without delay.

Once more, Cain sidestepped the weapon's tip by barely a

centimeter and lashed out.

Yet again, it fell short.

Eonar held his ground, letting the sword press its

unyielding barrage.

The clash turned into a lethal ballet.

Cain punched. Weaved. Retaliated. Sidestepped.

Each impact occurred in the slimmest windows of opportunity, every evasion pulled off at the absolute last second. Bursts of energy and shattered

void rippled through their clashes.

Still, Cain's look intensified.

A issue persisted.

His hits carried no lethal force.

Prior to summoning his Ancestor Power, Cain chose to try a new tactic.

As the sword arced at him yet again, Cain spun his form at the critical juncture. His whole build twisted in flawless harmony, directing spinning momentum into his limb.

The atmosphere wailed.

A whirlwind gathered around his knuckles, whirling fiercely as he thrust the

strike ahead.

The hit crashed into Eonar's torso.

This round, Eonar withstood it—initially at least.

But right as the sword lifted once more, his frame quaked fiercely.

A gush of crimson sprayed from his mouth.

A broad grin lit Cain's features.

Spinning motion.

It didn't just heighten force—it allowed breaching.

The impact's energy ignored outer barriers and tore into

Eonar's vital insides, causing ruinous inner harm.

The Scarlet King pressed on.

Every following blow bore a terrifying spin, his movements blending fluidly from assault to assault. Harm built up swiftly, jolting Eonar's form so severely that ripostes grew

unfeasible.

The shadowy orb on Eonar's brow seethed with fury and wrath,

yearning to slay Cain—but the host was crumbling. The Aztorus King's

vital essence wavered erratically, wounds stacking quicker than recovery could manage.

Cain's grin expanded.

He had discovered a fix for his shortage of deadly impact.

Suddenly—

His eyes sharpened abruptly.

A silhouette rocketed at him with blistering pace.

One side of the arrival's body was burned pitch black, tissue ripped and seared. But shadowy plates now sheathed that damaged portion, pulsing with waves

of scorching warmth.

"He endured—and he's fit to battle still," Cain observed steadily.

"Impressive."

Naturally, the combatant entering was none but Lortar.

The Redirection had scarred him deeply, yet insufficiently to

sideline him entirely.

The instant the Kalous King crossed into Cain's innate domain, his velocity dropped sharply.

But at once, the shadowy orb on Eonar's brow ignited.

The sword consumed more of its host's essence, unleashing a azure

layer of time energy that rushed forth and enveloped

Lortar.

The result struck fast.

Lortar's velocity steadied.

Cain's domain faced partial negation.

Lortar grasped the reality—dominance now belonged to the Blade of the End

of Times.

And it mattered little to him. In the end, should Eonar fall after this fray, all would align ideally.

A feral smirk crossed his visage as his complete power resurfaced.

With the time blade and the fiery halberd attacking in unison,

Cain found himself pushed back.

No opening for reprisal emerged.

His shape flickered while he evaded at maximum haste, threading between

the closing armaments through razor-thin gaps.

Then—

The crimson orb on Cain's brow blazed alive.