The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2508 The Tenth Empyrean World makes its move

Before Anark could comprehend the situation, a hand rushed toward him.

Initially, it looked trivial—a basic slap from a tiny palm without sufficient strength to inflict serious harm.

However, the instant the hand struck him, the entire scenario shifted dramatically.

The True Primordial of the Void suddenly experienced the assault of countless enormous shadowy palms attacking from all angles simultaneously. Every strike delivered devastating power, merging into a horrifying onslaught that hammered him with irresistible might.

Anark was hurled skyward in an instant.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as his form rocketed upward like a comet launched into the stars.

He ground his teeth, compelling his body to stabilize before the force propelled him further. Mid-flight, he contorted his frame, channeling the surging energy within and spinning to face back.

Without delay, he unleashed a punch with all his remaining power.

His enormous fist smashed against a far smaller one.

But upon impact, Anark endured that same nightmarish feeling once more—like battling hundreds of foes all at once.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A massive blast detonated between the pair.

The shockwave exceeded in ferocity the one from Anark's fist meeting Robuke's axe just before. Violent

waves of force rippled over the battlefield, startling fighters from both factions.

Instantly, innumerable gazes lifted to the heavens.

They beheld the bloodied form of the True Primordial of the Void, with purple flames already igniting across his frame as regeneration mended the wounds.

Yet what stunned them further was the identity of his opponent.

The stranger was a middle-aged man wearing a serene, unflappable look. Crimson horns arched from his brow, signifying his Infernal Daemon heritage, while his sharp, elegant facial traits echoed those of the Godslayer Humankin.

"An... hybrid of the Light and Dark Camps?" Anark muttered, his brow furrowing.

Hybrids were once deemed abominations, outcasts rejected by both universal factions. But since the Scarlet King's emergence and the Scarlet Path's proliferation, those strict racial divides had started to erode.

Hybrids remained scarce nonetheless.

Still, that wasn't the true shock for the alliance leaders.

Something far more astonishing gripped them.

This man clearly hailed from before the Scarlet King's time.

Even stranger, a third racial essence emanated from him.

He wasn't merely a mix of the Six Sacred Races.

He was... unique.

Above all, his deeds revealed his purpose plainly.

He had struck Anark.

And shielded Robuke, the Monster of the Root.

The middle-aged man remained poised amid the crushing pressure bearing down on him.

His eyes stayed locked on Anark.

Slowly, he lifted his fists, exposing knuckles smeared with blood.

"I am impressed," the man stated evenly. "Your life force seems remarkably youthful, yet your battle instincts bear the scars of endless wars."

A subtle smile curved his mouth.

"I suppose this will be interesting."

His aura burst forth the moment his words ended.

It swelled like an inky sea, engulfing the nearby sky.

From that gloom, a dreadful phantom arose—a nightmarish fusion of dark beasts. Myriad faces contorted into a hideous shape, with legions of limbs stretching out like a thicket of talons.

"I am Jason," the man announced softly.

His voice echoed over the battlefield.

"And if you do not leave now... I will kill you."

Anark offered no reply, only silence.

Then—

A savage surge of murderous intent exploded from him.

The Primordial Force of the Void erupted, crafting a titanic violet energy column that stabbed through the sky into the void's abyss.

The two fighters locked eyes briefly.

Then they lunged.

Both vanished in blurs, closing the gap in a heartbeat.

Their fists met once more.

Kicks, elbows, knees followed—a relentless storm of strikes at impossible velocities. Each motion showcased total bodily command and flawless momentum handling.

The Worlds of the Root quaked under their fury.

Anark clenched his jaw tightly.

Each clash with Jason felt like facing a horde of adversaries together.

Those spectral forces weren't overwhelmingly strong alone. Yet they synchronized perfectly, hitting as one and fusing their might into a strike vastly surpassing their individual totals.

Soon, one combatant started dominating.

To the alliance's dismay, it was the hybrid.

Jason's cultivation pulsed oddly.

His aura spiked to Peak Alpha Omega Overgod one instant.

The next, it plunged to Archdeity Rank.

His bodily strength stayed unyielding regardless.

A well-aimed hit carried annihilating force.

One such strike pounded Anark's chest.

The blow flung the True Primordial of the Void soaring through the air anew, blood gushing from his lips.

In truth, Anark had expended vast energy in his savage duel with Robuke. He operated nowhere near full capacity.

But battlefields ignored such excuses.

Victory ignored equity.

And right now—

The True Primordial of the Void was falling behind.

Far off, Meylin watched Anark get pushed back.

Her gaze turned steely.

She ignited her life force like a star exploding in supernova glory and dashed at Mikela.

Slaying the Warlock of the Root would free her to aid Anark.

The hybrid possessed immense strength, but she believed he couldn't handle both simultaneously.

Mikela struggled to climb from the crater she'd been smashed into earlier when Meylin materialized overhead. The True Depravita of Original Sin's wings blazed with searing radiance. An immense inverted pyramid loomed behind her.

Seven tiers composed it.

Each tier embodied a Seven Deadly Sin, their forces weaving and boosting each other.

Meylin poured the array's complete power into her sword.

The blade quivered beneath the colossal energy accumulating inside.

But as she readied the fatal blow—

The golden glow in her eyes erupted fiercely.

Her senses shrieked in warning.

She wrenched her body with utmost effort.

Barely in time.

A trident hurtled at her skull's rear, its point potent enough to pulverize a star.

Meylin's sword gleamed. The weapons smashed together.