The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2547 Ancestor Domain (III)

Cain's eyes narrowed upon discovering himself trapped once more inside the Dark Blood King's Ancestor Domain. Yet now, the power enveloping him appeared even more immense.

Endless absolute darkness extended in all directions, devouring every hint of light. No sounds resonated, no sensations registered, no anchors existed for orientation. Even notions of up and down had disappeared, suspending him in a flawless void that twisted perception itself.

Although the Ancestor Domain had intensified, Cain's own strength had grown accordingly.

Golden and scarlet radiance shone from his eyes as he unleashed the Power of Chaos and the Flow to their utmost, striving to sense not only his environment but the fundamental laws crafting this domain. Gradually, pieces of insight started to emerge.

All at once, his stare intensified. He lifted his arm precisely in time to parry a sword slashing toward his neck. Immense force drove the blade, but it couldn't breach his protections. Though the domain blocked his senses, the Flow and Power of Chaos enabled threat detection on a superior plane, transcending ordinary perception.

The Scarlet King retaliated in the immediate follow-up. His punch slammed into the foe with devastating might, sensing bones crumble under the strike. The impact pulverized the chest entirely, obliterating organs and snuffing out the enemy's life instantly. A subtle scowl crossed Cain's features.

Though sightless of his assailant, the body's frailty revealed to him that the attacker was merely an Early Alpha Omega Overgod.

"Cannon fodder," he uttered icily.

Realization struck at once. The Dark Blood King hadn't pulled the other Royal Blutlinie into the domain by chance. He had hauled them in on purpose, employing them to boost his odds of

victory.

The domain crippled Cain's awareness, yet it spared the others that limitation. They retained the ability to detect him, turning them into potent weapons within this realm.

Naturally, numerous Alpha Omega Overgod Royal Blutlinie grasped that striking at Cain equaled certain doom. Their blows lacked the power to damage a Fourth Realm Body genuinely, achieving only prolongation of the fight.

Still, inaction promised sure death since the Dark Blood King offered no mercy. Fueled by despair, fury, and terror, they rushed ahead, wagering all on the faint hope of living.

Strikes rained from every angle.

Direct vision eluded Cain, but the Flow and Power of Chaos unveiled the exact timings of each incoming assault. Such foresight sufficed.

He surged forth like a tempest.

His right hand seized a blade targeting his brow. His left repelled a hammer blow. Simultaneously, he thrust his head into yet another foe, exploding the man's cranium on contact. A dagger soon hit his back, yet it couldn't pierce the Sacred Armor. Before the aggressor could withdraw, Cain's Chaos Wings whipped out, riddling the body with punctures.

Seamlessly, Cain clenched the captured sword and hammer tighter, then delivered a kick hurling two additional Royal Blutlinie hurtling through the void, their skeletons fractured.

The onslaught persisted.

Endless waves of assailants barreled toward him, met by Cain's ruthless precision. He parried, riposted, and hammered relentlessly, snapping bones, exploding heads, and ripping apart

flesh with superior might.

Still, unease gnawed at him.

General Faust, General Averus, the Heartcream King, and Evernight Queen stayed absent from the fray. They lurked unseen, dispatching substitutes to perish instead. Superficially, this seemed senseless. A united assault from them would impose much heavier strain on

Cain.

Clarity emerged soon after.

A subtle fatigue started infiltrating his frame.

Thanks to the Sacred Armor and Fourth Realm Asura Form, Cain's bodily prowess rivaled a Fourth Realm entity. Normally, he could battle for hours or days without tiring. But Emptiness Unbound went beyond environmental warping—it sapped his vitality.

Emptiness's essence invaded every aspect of his being, corroding his power, enfeebling his form, and fraying his spirit.

This erosion grew fiercer over time.

Soon, the depletion became impossible for even Cain to

overlook. A Royal Blutlinie exploited the lapse, smashing a huge mace against his helm. The armor endured, but the impact threw off his footing, yielding a brief vulnerability.

Precisely what the concealed powerhouses awaited.

Like predators detecting blood in the water, the pair of generals and pair of kings at last sprang into action.

A kick surpassing the speed of light smashed into Cain's ribs, hurling him through the air. Even before he could regain his balance, a colossal wave of fluid-like energy engulfed him, smothering and compressing under tremendous force. Two additional ruthless strikes hammered his back, propelling him even further into the abyss.

For the first time ever, hope ignited within the attackers.

Excitement gleamed in the eyes of the generals and kings, their hearts swelling with thrill. Slaying the Scarlet King—the conqueror of the Eighth Realm—would mark a legendary deed reverberating through the cosmos for countless ages.

Killing intent erupted from them, their assaults turning fiercer and more unyielding.

Observing from a distance, the Dark Blood King shivered in eager suspense. His heart thundered wildly as he beheld the dramatic events unfolding.

"I am going to win... I will claim the Sacred Treasure..." He thrust out his hand, summoning the complete force of Emptiness Unbound. The domain's entire power gathered around him, elevating his might to its utmost limit.

"I will become the Fifth Sacred King of Chaos and Order!" He bellowed fiercely, surging ahead like a predator stalking crippled game. In his gaze, Cain lay vanquished already. Nothing was left but the decisive strike.

But right then—as the Ninth Realm's total power descended upon him—C Cain's Ancestor Eye flared with dazzling brilliance.

His hands shaped a seal.

"Ancestor Domain."