The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1323

Chapter 1323: The Flow’s evolution Chapter 1323: The Flow’s evolution Explosion after explosion reverberated through the skies of the Blazing Wastes as a dark demonic dragon clashed with a white, flaming, radiant Archangel.

Cain and Michael attacked with every ounce of physical might and energy in their bodies and souls, striking each other with pure killing intent.  Michael’s face had lost all its regal composure; the only thing visible was madness and frenzy, as if wild emotions clouded his mind.

However, none of that made him any less dangerous.

Every swing of his flaming radiant sword carried the power to sever space itself, unleashing arcs of white fire that extended for hundreds of thousands of meters, incinerating anything in their path.

The very air sizzled with the heat of his onslaught.

The dragons and Saintesses across the Blazing Wastes could not help but gaze at the wild barrage from the Archangel with dread and awe.

His power was something even the greatest among them would have a problem handling.

The sheer scale of destruction was unimaginable, yet that only made the awe and admiration in their hearts grow stronger as they saw the dark dragon dodging every single sword strike as if he could predict the future.

Cain’s eyes were sharp and cold, showing complete composure amid the raging sword barrage.

The golden light of The Flow glowed through his eyes as he perceived the energy frequencies around the Archangel’s body and sword.

He could sense the movement of particles, predicting where the next attack would come.  Of course, that did not mean for even a second that it was easy.

Michael’s power was truly phenomenal, pushing Cain to the absolute limit.

Yet, amid that pressure, something amazing was happening.

The Flow was growing stronger!

“I feel it,” Cain thought.

“The physical frequencies, the energy patterns, and then…” The golden light in Cain’s eyes reached an extreme as it burst with overwhelming power, its potency reaching a whole new level.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.

“I must kill him!” Cain could barely believe it, but it was true.

What he just heard were the thoughts of the Archangel!

The Flow was allowing him to tune into Michael’s emotional frequencies, enabling the dark dragon to sense his enemy’s intentions and emotions to the point where he could know what was happening within his mind.

Michael continued attacking like a mad beast, his swings wild yet devastating.

Flames erupted with each movement, and his aura flared uncontrollably.

But Cain began to move around those attacks with even more ease.

With The Flow attuned to Michael’s very thoughts, Cain anticipated his moves before they were even executed.

Michael’s rage reached its peak as he raised his sword high, a pillar of flames emerging from it.

The sword strike seemed imminent and carried overwhelming power.

Under normal circumstances, Cain would have retreated to have an easier time dodging, but this time, he pushed forward and threw an uppercut just as Michael opened his mouth.

The punch connected forcefully, snapping Michael’s jaws shut and interrupting his attack.

Michael’s eyes widened in shock as the blow disrupted his concentration.

The sword strike had been just a bluff; his real spell would have been an energy beam shot from his mouth.

But the uppercut had interrupted that, and before he could recover, Cain buried his fist into Michael’s stomach with such strength that the Archangel felt his insides churn.

Michael unleashed a mouthful of golden blood as he was sent hurtling away, the impact resonating like thunder.

Before the Archangel could regain control over his body, the dark demonic dragon appeared in the sky above him.

Cain’s imposing figure was blazing with lightning and fire as he dived like a meteor sent from the heavens.

His power was so immense that space itself bent on his path.

With a roar that shook the sky, he collided with Michael, driving him toward the ground with momentum that could only be described as cataclysmic.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!” A massive explosion echoed across the Blazing Wastes, the earth breaking into pieces.

Massive cracks spider-webbed from the point of impact, and fountains of magma erupted from the depths, casting an eerie glow over the shattered landscape.

The shockwave flattened what remained of structures and sent debris flying for miles.

The eyes of all the dragons, angels, and Saintesses focused on the colossal crater.

Before the dust could dissipate, blasts of dark purple energy and white flames emerged, shattering the terrain around.

The ground trembled as waves of power radiated outward.

Bahamut, Lady Alune, Meylin, and all the members of the Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult watched intently, their eyes glowing with determination.

They understood that the battle between Cain and Michael still raged on.

Resolving not to allow themselves any form of relaxation, they continued attacking with all they had toward the remaining angels, set on killing every single one.

The Dark Seed and Stellar Abyss Legends from the Tiamat Sect and the Moon Cult overwhelmed the angels.

Even though the angels had overloaded their energy pools by using the souls of the Blazing Wastes’ civilians, they were outnumbered, and their opponents were led by figures like Eldrick, Zaggrim, and Amara-powerhouses whose battle power could be considered beyond Level 30.

However, there was no bigger difference in might than in the Void Eclipse battlefield.

From the start, the Immortal Dragons and Sacred Saintesses had the upper hand, but things became a simple one-sided clash the moment Bahamut, Lady Alune, and Meylin joined the fray.

The Archangels were using everything they had just to stay alive.

Their once orderly formations were in disarray, and desperation was evident on their faces.

It did not take long for a critical mistake to arise.

“YOU BASTARDS SHOULD ALL DIE!” one of the Archangels shouted, allowing his rage and hatred to explode.  The next instant, a radiant sword pierced through his back, the blade erupting from his chest.

Time seemed to stand still as the Archangel looked down in disbelief.

The sword had severed his heart in two, bursts of blood exploding from the wound.