The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2268: New enemy

"BOOOOOOM!"

"BOOOOOOM!"

"BOOOOOOM!"

"BOOOOOOM!"

Explosions like the collision of newborn worlds echoed through the Eight Layer, each time stronger than the last. However, it was not worlds that were crashing; it was just fists.

The True Primordial of the Void, the Scarlet King, and the King of the Root hammered at each other with the purest killing intent their immortal bodies could manifest. Each blow tore open devastating wounds across their forms, only for those wounds to heal a heartbeat later due to the Samsara Seal and the vitality of the Heart of the Root.

However, while their bodies were immortal, even eternity strained beneath the pressure of their battle.

At last, the power of Radagon surged. A tide of cosmic power, ancient and absolute, rippled from his core. With a brutal twist of his torso, he forced Anark aside and lunged toward Cain.

The King of the Root tackled the Scarlet King, sundering space-time on his path and smashing him into the sky with such violence that enormous cracks radiated in every direction.

Radagon did not hesitate. He clenched his right fist, the eerie eyes embedded along his arm igniting with a cold, dark orange radiance, making the arm bulge. Power coursed through him—a force older than stars, deeper than the foundations of creation—and with all of it, he struck Cain’s chest.

Even an immortal body had limits, and Radagon intended to shatter them.

"BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!"

A world-breaking explosion rippled across the Eight Layer, collapsing huge sections of the sky like falling glass. Countless tons of rotted flesh were destroyed in an instant, showing just how horrific the power behind the fist had been.

But as the light faded, Radagon’s expression twisted in disbelief. He had not been able to detonate Cain’s body. Bones had shattered, organs ruptured, but that was all.

"How can his body be so resilient?" That thought crossed Radagon’s mind, only for the shock assailing his soul grow even stronger as Cain grabbed his right arm with overwhelming force, freezing the limb in place.

Blood trickled from the Scarlet King’s lips, yet his smile was sharp and vicious. "Do it. Now!"

The moment those words left him, the True Primordial of the Void appeared behind Radagon. The King of the Root tried to move, but Cain’s grip was absolute; he could not evade.

"Epoch-Collapsing Void Fist!" Anark’s roar shook the dissolving sky of the Eight Layer of the Heart of the Root.

The Stars of Origin floated around his forehead, glowing brighter than suns, cracks spider-webbing around them as the technique devoured more power than even a True Primordial could safely wield. But restraint had long since ceased to matter. Anark unleashed everything.

Eight fists.

Eight strikes.

Eight endings.

"BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM."

Eight simultaneous detonations ripped through existence, each blow carrying a depth of concentrated annihilation capable of reducing the entire cosmos to dust.

They blasted through Radagon’s body, carving vast holes—not merely physical wounds, but ravaging of his essence. Pure Primordial Void Force seeped into him, bypassing flesh and bone, piercing all the way into his soul and ego. Even the Heart of the Root would struggle to repair such damage.

And things were far from over as Cain moved the next second.

He opened his palm, forming an Endsphere, and slammed it into Radagon’s chest. The sphere spiraled in on itself, generating a vortex of entropic destruction that hurled the King of the Root far into the distance.

"Go!" Anark shouted, already rushing forward like a falling comet. Radagon’s body, soul, and mind had all been wounded—something few beings in any reality could claim. But the King of the Root would restore himself in seconds.

The True Primordial of the Void would do all in his power to keep Radagon occupied, but Cain needed to act now.

Purple flame erupted across Cain’s body, healing every wound in an instant. He nodded once to Anark and plunged downward. With a sweep of his left hand, he sundered the ground of the Eight Layer, blasting it apart with another Endsphere as he forced his way into the Ninth Layer.

Cain crashed into the core of the Heart of the Root. His gaze immediately locked onto the sealed cocoon at the center— the one containing the decapitated head meant to open a portal into the Emptiness. The moment he focused on it, he felt fluctuations in space-time pulsing outward, and an icy wave of shock and horror stabbed through him.

"It’s already beginning...!" That realization struck him at the same moment the universe darkened. Everything vanished—the Heart of the Root, the decaying walls, even the layers above. Only the cocoon remained, suspended in nothingness.

Cain lunged forward, an Endsphere forming in his hand. He would shatter the cocoon. He would stop this awakening no matter the cost.

But before he reached it, the cocoon split open on its own.

Cain’s mind reeled. Even for him, the abruptness—the unnatural timing—was jarring. Yet training and instinct overpowered shock. He hardened his stance just as a figure stepped out of the cocoon, its fist already swinging with lethal precision.

Cain thrust the Endsphere forward to intercept. Entropy and Nihility clashed against the oncoming blow, reducing its flesh to dust—yet that destruction reversed itself instantly.

The limb regenerated faster than it decayed, allowing the strike to land. The fist smashed into Cain’s skull with enough power to fracture the heavens.

Cain was hurled away, carving a massive tunnel through layers of dissolving flesh.

His Samsara Immortal Body activated immediately. Purple flames surged across him, repairing bones, nerves, and soul-threads at once. Even as he regained control of his spinning body, he could not hide the widening shock in his eyes.

He had reached the Second Level of the Doomsday Art before coming here. His physique was comparable to a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Treasure. When combined with his Laws, bloodline, and every technique he possessed, his resilience should have been nearly unbreakable.

But that single blow had nearly obliterated his head.

As he steadied himself and turned to face the attacker, recognition crashed through him.