The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2532 Facing the entire Eighth Realm

Just before Cain could smash the Eternal Soul King's form, the Royal Blutlinie and Soul Beasts charged back into combat, striking from all angles. The pressure turned unbearable, a whirlwind of strength and lethal intent zeroing in on one spot.

However, even beneath that smothering might—and facing the massive numbers against him—C Cain retained control.

His form flickered away right as three spells exploded nearby, materializing in an instant in front of a huge Soul Beast. He punched without pause. His fist slammed ahead with ruinous power, exploding the beast's head in one strike.

Before a moment passed, he spun in the air. A ray of force hit his left arm—but rather than block it, he took in the impact, turned it around, and shot it back from his right hand. The bounced-back blast scorched through a Royal Blutlinie who tried sneaking up behind him, charring her legs to cinders before she could move.

The power had scarcely shot from his fingers when Cain's gaze sharpened. A soul assault.

He shifted a bit and spotted a Royal Blutlinie female, her Ancestor Eye shining with strange light as she hurled a straight strike at his soul. Mental attacks struck almost instantly—quicker than body moves, quicker than ideas. Though Cain's flesh had hit the Fourth Realm, his soul hadn't.

Still—

He grinned.

Assaulting his soul ranked among the gravest errors possible.

The woman—Marina—grinned too, her assurance swelling. Her

Ancestor Power let her harm even Limit Alpha Omega Overgods via spirit. Success here could flip the whole fight.

Her awareness stabbed into Cain's soul.

And what met her...

Wasn't a soul.

It became an boundless golden stream.

A limitless, everlasting surge spanning all existence. Its motion stayed serene, timeless... and total.

For an instant, Marina gazed in wonder.

Then—

The stream gazed back.

Her soul quaked as the Endless River of the Flow stirred. It didn't lash out with fury or torment—it merely existed. In its aura, her thoughts started to break apart.

Her sense of who she was melted away.

Her ideas splintered.

Her core identity vanished into void.

No cry rang out. No torment.

Her mind just... ceased.

Her form dropped from above like a hollow husk.

Terror rippled through the Royal Blutlinie of the Eternal Soul Kingdom.

Marina ranked among their mightiest—her spirit strength able to menace top warriors. But she crumpled in under a second after brushing the Scarlet King's soul.

"Dammit!" the Eternal Soul King bellowed, rage and irritation blazing

in his tone.

He'd counted on soul strikes for a breach—but now they proved pointless.

His thoughts whirled while he battled on, hunting frantically for an answer. Yet as the clash dragged, the reality sharpened.

No match existed.

'A Fourth Realm body... does it dominate like this!?" Shakra swore inside, jealousy eating at him. Such strength belonged to him. So close—yet stolen by this guy.

Even in fury, Shakra's brain kept turning.

And suddenly—

A spark.

His eyes turned to the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana

Kingdom.

They stayed out.

Not helping the Scarlet King—nor fighting him. They hung back on the battle's fringe like watchers, observing, biding time.

Maybe planning to hit the winner after both weakened.

Maybe just scared.

No matter—

Shakra required them.

"Fight with us," his voice boomed in their heads, laced with command and vow. "And I will allow you and your people to return

to the Seventh Realm."

The promise made the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom fighters exchange looks.

Going back home...

That's what they craved.

But the penalty waiting there remained unknown.

Shakra's voice struck again, keener now.

"I will also allow you to take the Crown Prince with you. He is not

dead. His father will be able to heal his soul."

That shifted it all.

The Knights gradually gripped their fists.

Defeat demanded penalty—but bringing back the living Crown Prince meant no death. Pain perhaps, but life.

Then the clincher landed.

"Do you truly believe," Shakra pressed icily, "that after finishing

us, he will simply let you go? After witnessing his nature, do you think the Scarlet King will allow even a single Ancestor Drop to leave this

battlefield?"

Quiet fell.

But briefly.

They got it.

The Scarlet King acted as a hunter—a ravenous beast with an endless

thirst for dominance. Should the Eternal Soul Kingdom crumble, they would

turn into the subsequent victims.

Fleeing presented a choice.

Yet countless would perish.

Should that mark their destiny... wagering it all right here proved wiser.

Booms resounded while warriors from the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom

unleashed their utmost strength. One by one, they charged ahead,

their murderous auras targeting Cain.

The battlefield transformed.

A one-sided massacre evolved into a far deadlier chaos.

With both realms' armies uniting, the burden on the Scarlet

King surged dramatically.

A lion rips through hyena packs effortlessly.

However, if hyenas amassed in sufficient numbers—even a lion falls.

Cain rampaged like a tempest of devastation.

He hurled a planet-scale Soul Beast smashing into the earth. He

deflected a blade aimed at his rear, letting it rip apart another Royal Blutlinie. He crushed a third foe's ribs via a mere elbow smash.

The entire flurry—

In under a single second.

Still, the assaults kept coming.

They poured in ceaselessly, from all angles, stacked and unceasing.

And at last—

A vulnerability emerged.

The Eternal Soul King grasped it.

His form blurred forward, fist slamming straight into Cain's

torso. The Soul Beasts merged in his limb burst on contact, unleashing a devastating blast.

An immense explosion swallowed the Scarlet King.

Brilliance devoured all.

The ground beneath flared like a newborn star's rise.