The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 2332

Capítulo 2332: The Power of the Ancient One

“ARRGGHHH!”

An infernal scream echoed from within the golden clasp as Paramount began to force it apart. Veins of molten red light spread across the four-armed Neo-Angel’s stone body, his muscles swelling as he pushed back against the crushing pressure.

A flicker of surprise crossed the Demon King’s eyes as he witnessed the strength of the four-armed Neo-Angel.

“Not bad,” the Demon King said calmly. “Your power and talent are extraordinary. Sadly, you are not on my side.”

With those words, he opened his palm and shifted his arms into a strange posture, one that evoked the symbol of infinity itself. In the next instant, an ocean of golden palms descended from the sky, slamming into Paramount’s body with merciless force. Each strike carried divine authority, driving the Neo-Angel downward, crashing him into the ground and continuing to press him deeper and deeper into the earth.

The land groaned under the pressure, cracking apart as the assault intensified. And it was not long before the sound of broken bones began to appear.

“Neo-Angel Draconic Breath!”

Just as the fate of the four-armed Neo-Angel seemed sealed, a thunderous roar echoed from the distance. Zylax opened his massive jaws, the glowing veins along his spine blazing as condensed lightning gathered within his throat. In a blinding flash, a torrent of compressed draconic lightning erupted forth, a beam so dense it seemed capable of piercing a star.

The Demon King’s eyes sharpened instantly as he was forced to redirect his energy.

The barrage crushing Paramount ceased, and golden hands rapidly manifested around the Demon King, forming a protective cocoon. The draconic breath slammed into it, forcing the cocoon backward through the air before finally blasting it into the distance.

For a moment, the golden cocoon endured.

Then it unraveled.

The Demon King emerged completely unharmed, his expression composed and unshaken. Yet even so, a trace of surprise lingered in his eyes.

The hundreds of golden hands had failed to destroy the four-armed Neo-Angel, and the sheer force of the lightning breath had succeeded in pushing him back.

It was clear that while the Demon King was superior in every aspect to the Neo-Angels, annihilating the duo would not be effortless.

Zylax and Paramount stared at him with burning rage and killing intent, their souls ablaze with determination. Surviving the first clash had only fueled their resolve.

Slowly, a smile spread across the Demon King’s face as his golden aura surged, growing denser and more radiant, covering the sky.

“Let’s do this,” he said.

In the next instant, the figure of an old man descended from the sky—while a massive dragon and a four-armed titan lunged toward him from opposite directions.

—

In another corner of the inner circle of Origin Island, a lone figure stood cloaked in a mantle of darkness.

His eyes, however, glowed with a piercing white light as he stared at the three figures standing before him.

Two of them were Middle Alpha-Omega Overgods.

One was a towering, ominous warrior clad in dark, ornate armor that looked forged from shadow and steel. A violet aura coiled around his body like living smoke, spilling from his limbs as he gripped a cruel, bladed weapon in each hand.

The second possessed spectral wings spread wide behind him. His armor was a fusion of metal and arcane machinery, worn and scarred from countless battles. A tattered cloak trailed behind him, and a massive scythe rested in his grasp, its power so immense that it seemed capable of corroding space itself.

The third was the most human in appearance.

He carried an enormous sword balanced effortlessly across his shoulder. His spiked hair and visor-like eyewear gave him a sharp, battle-hardened presence. He was the strongest among them—a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod.

They were three True Depravitas.

Any ordinary warrior would have been paralyzed with fear at such a sight. Yet the shadowed figure merely smiled.

The three True Depravitas exchanged solemn glances, then nodded in unison.

In a heartbeat, they vanished.

They reappeared instantly before the shadowed figure, weapons slashing in all directions. Their strikes carried not only overwhelming strength, but also Depravita Power—an energy capable of corroding the soul and mind of any powerhouse in a heartbeat.

Yet just as their attacks were about to land, all three felt it.

Their weapons struck something unseen.

An invisible barrier halted their blades, stopping them short with absolute finality.

In the next second, the shadowed figure raised his right hand.

A shockwave manifested—not merely through air or space, but through reality itself. It ripped outward, distorting the laws of existence and forcefully rejecting everything in its path.

The three True Depravitās were blasted away, their bodies hurled into the distance.

They crashed violently into the terrain, massive wounds tearing open across their forms. Even so, their Depravita Auras surged, rapidly healing the damage.

Despite that, somber expressions appeared on their faces.

They had tasted their opponent’s power—and it surpassed anything they had faced before.

The human True Depravita straightened his stance, his eyes sharpening.

“So this is the Power of Negation of the Ancient One,” he said slowly. “The power to negate reality itself. You negate our attacks before they reach you, force space to reconfigure itself, and then reject our very presence—making the world push us away.”

Such power defied the natural rules of existence. It was the kind of authority only someone who had glimpsed the Fourth Realm could wield.

The Ancient One looked at the human True Depravita and gave a small nod.

“No wonder you are one of that old monster’s favorites,” he said calmly. “Your talent and perception are surprising, Roku.”

The Ancient One’s eyes turned cold as he gestured with his hand.

“However,” he continued, “that only makes me want to kill you more.”

The three True Depravitas took deep breaths, tightening their grips on their weapons. They exchanged one final glance, then nodded and marched forward together.

It did not matter that their opponent was the Ancient One.

Even if there was no chance of victory—

They would fight.

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