The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2399: A group of killers

"He was able to detect my presence."

Cain could not help but feel a flicker of genuine interest. Despite the leader’s brutal appearance—his towering frame, jagged armor of living flesh, and the savage aura rolling off him—the man carried a wisdom and perception that far surpassed his ferocity.

"Dangerous."

Cain paused for a moment, gathering his will. Then, without hesitation, his voice echoed across the crimson sea.

"Who are you," he demanded coldly, "and why do you dare to interfere with my cultivation!?"

His voice was sharp and merciless, carrying an immense amount of power and pressure. The words reverberated through the sky itself, compressing the air and shaking the blood ocean beneath. The weaker warriors in the group instantly paled; several staggered back, vomiting blood as their organs rebelled against the sheer weight of Cain’s presence.

From everything Cain had observed so far, diplomacy or politeness would only be perceived as weakness by these entities. Hesitation invited attack, like predators circling blood in the water.

This universe respected strength alone!

Yet despite the overwhelming pressure, the leader did not react with blind hostility. On the contrary, his posture steadied. His gaze sharpened, and Cain could tell the man had recognized something important.

That Cain was not prey.

"I am Amaro," the giant replied, his voice booming with power that almost seemed to match Cain’s own. The surface of the blood ocean rippled violently as he spoke. "General of the Kalous Kingdom, from the Great City of Kalous."

His eyes burned with cold authority as he continued, "The Ocean of the Blood Sun belongs to the Kalous Kingdom. You are an intruder. And you have stolen from us."

Cain almost laughed.

"Is my luck truly this bad?" he muttered inwardly. Of all places to land, of course this ocean already had an owner.

But there was no turning back now.

Coldness flooded Cain’s vast consciousness, followed by naked killing intent. The blood ocean responded instantly, waves rising and churning in resonance with his will.

"I see," Cain replied calmly. "Then I suppose I’ll have to kill you... to prove that this place is mine now. And that no one else has a claim to it."

The moment his words fell, the ocean exploded into motion.

Massive hands of condensed blood surged upward, each one larger than mountains, while countless spears of hardened crimson shot through the air at terrifying speed. They tore through the sky, warping space as they hurtled toward Amaro and his warriors.

The response was immediate.

Amaro roared as his energy erupted outward, dark flames igniting around his fists. The warriors behind him scattered without formation or coordination. They did not fight like soldiers.

They fought like killers.

Each of them moved independently, unleashing their full power without regard for allies. Their bodies were living weapons—every muscle, bone, and sinew refined for slaughter. Some leapt through the air with explosive force, others met the blood spears head-on, shattering them with raw physical might.

Amaro himself was a monster.

His flaming fists collided with the gargantuan blood hands, each impact sending shockwaves across the ocean. Every blow carried not only destruction, but power that far exceeded his cultivation base.

"He’s a Peak Arch-Deity," Cain analyzed calmly, "yet that flame allows his attacks to reach Alpha-Omega Overgod-level power."

That alone would not have surprised Cain. Many elites possessed methods to temporarily surpass their base strength.

What surprised him was that Amaro was not the only one.

Every warrior unleashed abilities of a similar nature. Their strength surged far beyond their cultivation through some form of bloodline power.

Cain frowned.

An entire force capable of rank-jumping in battle power through very different bloodlines?

That made no sense.

"There’s something here I’m not seeing," Cain realized.

The battle escalated violently within seconds. Explosions ripped across the surface of the blood ocean, vaporizing massive sections of crimson water. Some attacks carried spiritual force, sharp enough to threaten even the soul.

Yet the damage they inflicted was negligible.

Cain’s body—the blood ocean itself—was nearly a fifth the size of an Empyrean World. To him, their attacks were little more than shallow scratches, no different from pinpricks on the skin of a colossal titan.

Unfortunately, the same was true in reverse.

Cain had failed to kill even a single one of them.

His soul was vast beyond comprehension, his energy reserves bottomless—but they were spread across an immense body. The sheer scale made precision and domination incredibly difficult. His attacks were overwhelming, but clumsy.

"I suppose it’s time to get serious."

Cold resolve crystallized within Cain as he summoned the Power of Chaos and The Flow simultaneously.

The blood hands and spears instantly transformed.

They began channeling the surrounding cosmic rules, dramatically amplifying their destructive power. At the same time, the Light of The Flow condensed around them, stabilizing their structure, making them go from liquid to solid.

"ARGHHHH!"

A scream of agony echoed across the battlefield.

One of Amaro’s warriors was caught off guard by the sudden surge in power. A blood hand closed around him and dragged him beneath the surface. Instantly, countless crimson waves crushed down, pulling him deep into the ocean where escape became impossible.

He vanished.

Amaro’s eyes widened as he shattered another blood hand with a flaming punch. But even as the hand exploded, the rest of the arm remained firm and immediately reformed. More hands surged upward from every direction.

"What is this power?" Amaro snarled, fury and disbelief twisting his features.

He unleashed everything he had, yet could only endure. He wasn’t winning—he was surviving.

Worse still, more of his warriors were being dragged under, swallowed by the ocean one after another. Personally, Amaro did not care about their lives. They were tools, nothing more.

But losing this many elites on what was supposed to be a simple investigation?

That was unacceptable.

"Who would have thought the Ocean of the Blood Sun had become this fierce..." he muttered through clenched teeth.

Finally, Amaro released a massive burst of dark flames, forcing the blood hands and spears back in a violent explosion. Without hesitation, he roared.

"Retreat!"

The surviving warriors reacted instantly, fleeing at maximum speed.

Cain attempted to capture more of them, but once they focused solely on escape, his massive, unwieldy attacks could no longer pin them down.