The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2438 Under the orders of the Dark Blood Kingdom!

A grave gleam flickered in Cain's eyes while he sensed the essence of the golden flames.

These flames didn't merely incinerate.

They hastened everything.

The flames stirred particles into frenzy, compelling them into wild agitation, causing matter to quiver more and more rapidly, driving all toward a frenzy of overactivity.

This bestowed upon them an incinerating might capable of liquefying even the toughest armor and resisting stasis abilities.

"That's a perfect foil for my Quietus Power," Cain pondered.

The keenness in his stare intensified. This wasn't some common killer. It seemed highly likely that he'd been selected exactly for his capacity to oppose Cain's Ancestor Power.

Yet such reflections were swiftly dismissed.

The identity of this individual held no importance. Nor did the one who dispatched him.

Not at this moment.

The sole priority was to vanquish him.

After the fight concluded, Cain planned to delve into his soul and dissect his recollections, pulling out every hidden truth he held.

Drawing in a profound breath, Cain tapped into the vigor and life force of the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Might flooded his frame, making his presence erupt skyward.

In the following moment, the Eternum Flame enveloped his whole body, expanding outward and dominating the heavens as it smashed against the

assassin's golden blaze.

The Royal Bloodline assassin's face grew grave.

He ceased to belittle the youth facing him. He'd already been deceived once, and though he seemed unscathed, the white flames had dealt heavy damage inside.

Gripping tighter, he channeled extra might into his spear. Golden blaze roared along its shaft, heightening the fervor and tremor of his fire.

The heavens ignited in gold and white.

Tempests raged over the Ocean of the Blood Sun, whipping up enormous swells that smashed and swirled as the dual powers clashed relentlessly.

Their presences kept climbing.

Higher.

Fiercer.

Until abruptly-

Both silhouettes disappeared.

They materialized again in a flash at the ocean's heart.

Blade and spear smashed together with such fury that the surrounding air got shoved aside, creating a fleeting void.

Cain and the assassin stared each other down, shoving their arms ahead, each striving to dominate the other with raw might.

Might amassed between edge and point.

It hit a breaking threshold-

-and detonated.

The blast wave flung both combatants away.

The assassin recovered sooner.

With no delay, he lunged his spear ahead. A tremendous rush of golden blaze exploded forth, shaping into a colossal serpent that pounced at Cain.

"His power matches Eonar's," Cain grasped, grinding his teeth. "And his skill lets him defy my Quietus Force."

The golden serpent crashed against Cain's Stasis Force Field.

Rather than decelerating, its velocity held steady. The particles inside thrummed even swifter, defying the chilling grip of Quietus. Right at the end, Cain seized total command of his form and slashed with his sword.

White blaze burst out, weaving a protective shell around him precisely as the golden serpent struck.

"BOOOOOOM!"

A colossal blast rocked the skies.

Cain's frame got hurled down, his garments ripped and scorch scars marring his flesh as he dove into the blood sea.

But within a mere heartbeat-

A whirlpool swirled under the waves.

The sea twisted madly, and an upside-down funnel of blood rocketed up, piercing toward the assassin like a scarlet spear.

The Royal Bloodline fighter squinted and pulled back, keeping space from the oncoming gale.

He lashed his spear over and over, unleashing sweeps of golden blaze that hammered the funnel, eroding it bit by bit.

Still, the peak pressed on, bearing unstoppable momentum.

The assassin sharpened his focus and spotted the shape amid the

gale.

His features stiffened.

Assuming a piercing pose, he bent his spine, stretched his limbs, and amassed might for one ultimate blow.

In the final instant, he propelled the spear forth.

The spinning momentum of the lunge burst out, ripping the

blood funnel to shreds as the spear hurtled ahead with crushing

lethal intent at Cain's head.

"Deprived of your Ancestor Power, you're worthless," the assassin jeered. "Just lowly deceptions."

A broad grin spread over his features.

He could already envision the spear skewering the youth's

cranium.

Then the grin locked in place.

Cain's middle and index fingers extended and brushed the spear's tip.

By every rule, the spear ought to have pulverized those digits-along

with his entire limb.

But instead-

The assassin's eyes bulged in utter disbelief.

The instant Cain's fingers connected, the momentum of the lunge

vanished.

Not diminished.

Erased.

The assassin stiffened, baffled by the occurrence.

Then matters worsened dramatically.

He beheld in dread as the might he'd infused into the strike

started draining from the spear-pulled toward the blade clutched in

Cain's free hand.

The white blaze flared up.

Its ferocity leaped to a whole new height.

The sky overhead iced over.

The turbulent clouds paused in their rush.

The sea beneath hardened still, its surges held in lofty

crimson barriers.

Even far-off thunderbolts hung motionless.

The assassin's core quaked.

Terror overwhelmed his thoughts.

"I was sent by the Dark Blood Kingdom!" he yelled.

Cain's eyes tightened.

A flicker of ease crossed the assassin's visage. In the Dark Blood Realm, that kingdom's name wielded total dominance. None would dare proceed rashly once it was called upon.

Regrettably for him-

Cain pressed on.

The Blade at the End of Time swung.

In one fluid, unyielding sweep, Cain cleaved ahead with full force.

The blow gouged a huge gash over the assassin's torso. White

blaze detonated from the rent, racing inward and outward

at once.

Blood gushed from the gash-

-and iced in midair.

The assassin howled as the Quietus Force seeped into his frame, seizing his sinews and dragging his energy's current to a crawl.

Yet Cain wasn't done.

His face stayed icy and pitiless.

Turning the Blade at the End of Time, he adjusted his footing and

readied another cut.

This round-

He aimed to bisect the assassin.