The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2447: Facing the Fourth Realm (III)

The force field projected by Abraham carried an overwhelming pressure, as if one had been plunged into the deepest ocean of the universe. Invisible weight pressed from every direction, crushing space itself and seeking to collapse anything caught within its domain.

At the same time, Cain’s force field radiated the power of the Quietus Force. Every particle within its range slowed. Movement dulled. Thought lagged. Body and mind were dragged into a slower temporal flow, as if time itself had grown heavy and resistant.

The combined effect of the two domains was terrifying.

Together, they were more than enough to neutralize a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod.

Yet the Dark Blood King merely showed a small smile.

His Ancestor Eye glowed.

The next instant, a wave of flaming darkness erupted from his body, wrapping around him like a living armor. The black flames pulsed once—

And instantly shattered the influence the two force fields held over his body, mind, and soul.

Cain and Abraham could not hide the shock in their eyes.

Their force fields were among the purest manifestations of their power, carrying the core essence of their Ancestor Powers.

And yet, the Dark Blood King had nullified them with a single move.

It was a heavy blow to their confidence.

But both were veteran warriors.

Without hesitation, they dismissed their force fields and redirected that immense energy into direct offense.

Cain’s eyes shone with the power of The Flow, his perception expanding as he tried to read the Dark Blood King’s movements and intent. His sword ignited with white flames as he flashed forward.

At the same time, Abraham advanced from the opposite direction.

His fist, already carrying crushing pressure, began to rotate unnaturally, as if it contained no bones at all. The motion condensed force into a single point, granting the attack terrifying piercing power.

Cain’s blade slashed toward the neck.

Abraham’s fist drove toward the temple like a drilling spear.

Both attacks carried lethal intent.

At the last moment, the Dark Blood King stepped forward.

The flaming darkness around him burst outward.

Instead of retreating, he moved even closer to the incoming strikes—

Then vanished.

He reappeared several meters ahead.

Confusion flashed through Cain and Abraham’s minds. The movement resembled teleportation, yet neither of them sensed any distortion in space.

"His Ancestor Power."

It was the only explanation.

But knowing that did little to help.

They did not slow down.

Cain swung his sword again, releasing a torrent of white flame arcs that flooded the sky and surged toward the Dark Blood King.

The Dark Blood King’s eyes sharpened.

He raised his right hand.

Once more, the flaming darkness erupted.

The moment the Eternum Flames, carrying the Quietus Force, touched the darkness—

They vanished.

Not dispersed.

Not deflected.

Erased.

Cain’s heart tightened. The white flames carried conceptual power. Neutralizing them so easily was deeply unsettling.

But the barrage had never been meant to kill.

It was a distraction.

The instant the Dark Blood King erased the flame arcs, his eyes widened slightly.

Hidden within the storm of white fire—

Abraham was already there.

The Heartcram King’s fist shot forward.

"BOOOOOOM!"

The punch landed directly against the Dark Blood King’s temple.

The impact detonated through the sky like a collapsing star, shockwaves rippling outward for kilometers.

Yet Abraham’s expression changed immediately.

The Dark Blood King was not blasted away.

His body trembled under the impact, but he remained standing in place.

Before Abraham could withdraw, cold light filled the Dark Blood King’s eyes.

His fist shot forward in return.

Abraham’s heart trembled. The power contained in that counterattack was catastrophic.

At the last instant, his chest liquefied, transforming into water and twisting unnaturally. The Dark Blood King’s fist passed through the shifting mass instead of destroying his torso.

The Dark Blood King’s eyes narrowed at the strange ability.

But he did not hesitate.

As his arm retracted, his leg whipped forward.

The kick struck Abraham’s head.

The force was immense, sending the Heartcram King flying across the sky.

Yet his body rippled like an ocean, dispersing the impact throughout his entire form and spreading the energy evenly, greatly reducing the damage.

The Dark Blood King watched the effect.

"...Like striking an ocean," he murmured.

Then he vanished.

Flaming darkness gathered around his fist as he flashed after his airborne opponent, intending to finish the exchange before Abraham could recover.

But just before the strike landed—

Cain appeared between them.

With only his left index and middle fingers, he intercepted the incoming fist.

The impact shook his entire arm, but instead of resisting the force, he redirected it—channeling the momentum through his body and into his sword.

Then he released everything at point-blank range.

The Dark Blood King’s eyes narrowed.

"That redirection ability..."

He raised his right hand to block.

The burst of white flames exploded against his palm. The flaming darkness absorbed part of the power, but not all of it.

The remaining force hurled him backward through the air.

A deep cut opened across his palm and extended along his chest.

Abraham stabilized himself moments later and returned to Cain’s side. A smile appeared on his face as he gave the Scarlet King a brief nod.

The Dark Blood King was powerful—extremely powerful.

But he was not invincible.

If they coordinated properly...

They might actually win.

The two kings exchanged a glance.

Both smiled.

Both nodded.

Their auras erupted once more.

Two massive pillars of energy surged into the sky as they pushed their power to its limits. Their Ancestor Drops burned brighter than ever, their bloodlines roaring at full capacity.

Then they shot forward together, their movements perfectly synchronized.

The Dark Blood King watched them approach.

Their eyes were filled with conviction.

They truly believed they could defeat him.

He did not retreat.

He did not counterattack.

He simply remained standing in the sky.

And as the two kings closed the final distance—

He brought his hands together.

His fingers interlocked, forming an ancient seal.

His Ancestor Eye blazed.

"Ancestor Domain."