The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2507 A third party enters the battlefield (II)

Less than thirty seconds had elapsed before the upper layer's surface in the Worlds of the Root erupted into flames.

Blazes raced outward in all directions, fueled by fierce bursts of radiation that set the tainted terrain alight. Vast continents were consumed as the inferno ravaged all in its way, reducing twisted forests of flesh and polluted seas to oceans of

seething ruin.

The Nine Empyrean Suns Universe had never matched Paradise's resilience. Clashes among Alpha Omega Overgod-level beings could unleash shockwaves that swept through whole galaxies. When these colossal forces battled without holding back, the ruin was impossible to contain.

Now, two merged and tainted Empyrean Worlds served as their arena.

The havoc wreaking there was bound only to intensify.

Naturally, this spelled great fortune for Anark and his allies. Every bit of harm they dealt to the foe's realms brought them nearer to triumph.

The True Primordial of the Void poured all his might into combat against the Monster of the Root.

Though fighting inside the Worlds of the Root inherently bolstered Robuke, the beast hadn't mended the soul wounds from prior skirmishes. The nonstop conflicts of recent months had robbed him of true recovery time.

Thus, right from the outset of this confrontation, he'd been driven back.

Anark assaulted with savage intensity, shoving the Monster of the Root ever nearer to the upper layer's crust.

Cold resolve blazed in his gaze.

In the final instant, Anark wrenched his form aside, narrowly dodging the enormous war axe plummeting at his skull. Rather than pulling away, he lunged ahead.

He collided straight into Robuke.

The collision's force rattled the whole battlefield.

These twin behemoths slammed into the defiled continent with horrifying might. Whole landmasses hurled skyward as peaks crumbled and immense shockwaves rippled over the ground.

Nearby, Meylin hoisted a gigantic barrier of Flow Light, blocking a colossal fire dragon charging at her just in time.

The barrier exploded apart immediately.

Blasts of searing fire swallowed the region.

Cold glee lit Mikela's eyes as the blaze engulfed the True Depravita of Original Sin's silhouette.

Yet her glee endured only briefly.

The earth under her feet burst open suddenly.

A blade rocketed up from beneath like lightning, targeted straight at her cranium.

The Warlock of the Root dodged at the very last heartbeat, yet remained too sluggish for full evasion.

The edge gashed her skull.

It ripped through her jaw, shredded upward via her mind, then exploded from her crown. A torrent of blood sprayed skyward.

Despite Mikela's undying form, the torment defied words.

Still, panic evaded her.

She withdrew at once, her gaze flaring with rage. Her blood ignited, morphing into fuel for a cataclysmic detonation.

In a flash, the amber fluid exuded dreadful warmth.

Ancestor Flames of the Root churned inside, amassing force so vast the impending burst looked set to rip into the void proper.

The blast started to swell.

Yet prior to any growth-

It stalled.

The fiery blood hung suspended midair.

Then, impossibly, it got consumed.

Two digits-Meylin's middle and index fingers-

gulped the furious blaze like mere floating embers.

Golden radiance flooded Meylin's eyes.

With total focus and power, she invoked Redirection, wresting command of the Ancestor Flames right as they neared release.

The effort proved grueling.

But triumph was hers.

Before Mikela shook off her astonishment, Meylin channeled the hijacked might into her blade.

The weapon gleamed with dominant force.

Then she unleashed it.

A colossal barrage of ruin exploded from the sword, thundering over the field toward the Warlock of the Root.

Mikela's eyes bulged.

Myriad horrors rushed to her side, weaving a huge shell of meat and taint in frantic bid to guard against the strike.

Futility defined it.

The monstrosities vaporized in moments.

The ray plowed into Mikela, hurling her through the heavens like a severed marionette.

Ferocious resolve scorched Meylin's eyes.

The Warlock of the Root ranked as a supremely formidable being. True chances to injure her deeply came seldom.

This opening demanded exploitation.

Meylin mastered reining in her private sentiments when required. She understood placing the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe's endurance first above all.

Yet at her core, one fierce longing persisted.

She yearned to save Cain.

Mikela's demise would let the coalition spare forces to storm the World Forge and claim his remains.

And should that occur-

Hope could linger.

Far off, Anark spotted the huge detonation and felt Mikela's presence falter sharply.

Resolve sparked in his gaze.

He charged ahead, every stride pulverizing the fouled soil until rejoining Robuke.

The Monster of the Root lashed out like a trapped predator, his axe whipping with feral viciousness.

But Anark held firm.

He funneled all his vigor into his left limb, employing it to parry the blow.

The axe sank profoundly.

It hacked through skin and sinew till hitting bone.

There it halted.

And that sufficed.

His right fist hammered forth.

The punch crushed into Robuke's visage, slamming the Monster of the Root brutally into the dirt.

The next moment saw Anark hold him down.

Then came the barrage.

Every hit unleashed colossal tremors laced with Primordial Force of the Void, propagating ruinous pulses over the arena.

Deeper they plunged into the corrupted expanse, blows demolishing all nearby.

The Worlds of the Root's core essence restored Robuke at astonishing pace, endlessly refilling his life force.

Yet Anark's barrage outpaced it.

His blows rained like tempest.

A chill, savage grin crossed the True Primordial of the Void's features as insight dawned.

This fight could conclude not just with the upper layer's obliteration in the Worlds of the Root.

It could claim the Monster of the Root's life.

'Victory lies within reach today!'

The very instant that notion arose-

A voice rang out nearby.

"That will be enough, young Primordial." Anark's eyes flew wide.

For the voice had materialized directly beside him.