The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1483

Chapter 1483: Fighting a Hybrid (II) Chapter 1483: Fighting a Hybrid (II) A small smile appeared on the faces of the Atrox and women from the Hell Clan when they saw their target seemingly fall under the force of their blow.

For an instant, they felt a brief surge of triumph as if the outcome of the battle had finally tipped in their favor.

However, that feeling was short-lived.

Their attention lingered on the body sprawled on the ground-apparently unmoving-until, in the very next second, a spear streaked through the air at shocking speed.

The woman from the Hell Clan failed to react in time, completely blindsided by this sudden assault.

With a sickening crunch, the spear pierced her chest and pinned her to the ground.

A strangled gasp escaped her lips, and blood seeped around the weapon’s shaft.

“Amara!” cried the Atrox, horror etched into his features as he saw the woman skewered against the stone floor.

His voice carried both panic and despair.

Yet, mere moments later, his terror receded slightly upon realizing that, although the spear had indeed punctured her chest, it had landed just beneath her lungs.

A fleeting relief replaced the Atrox’s fear: it was a terrible and incapacitating wound that would require significant time to heal, but it was not fatal to a Divine Transcendence Master.

She would survive.

Confusion crept over the Atrox’s expression as he struggled to understand why the spear had not struck a lethal blow.

From what he could tell, it would have been relatively easy for the enemy to aim for the heart.

Yet it seemed deliberately targeted at a non-vital spot.

The Atrox scarcely had time to process his swirling thoughts when a powerful hand clamped onto the back of his head.

“Never bring your emotions to the battlefield, lovebird,” a harsh voice whispered in his ear.

That was the final phrase the Atrox heard before an onslaught of Nightmare Force and spiritual energy erupted through his consciousness, freezing every muscle in his body.

His thoughts dimmed, overtaken by the assault on his mind, but that did little to lessen the excruciating agony surging through his nerves.

A spectral, demonic, winged snake emerged from Cain’s arm and sank its fangs into the Atrox’s neck.

Immediately, waves of psychic energy coursed from those fangs and coalesced around the Atrox’s Rebirth Heart, sending the man’s senses into chaos.

“Lord Leorio!” cried the rest of the enemy cultivation group, alarmed by their companion’s agonized expression and the sight of the fearsome black-and-purple energy flowing from Cain into the Atrox’s body.

Reacting to their lord’s plight, they attempted to rush forward, desperate to interrupt whatever Cain was doing.

But for the first time since they entered the tomb, Elrick and the other warriors on Cain’s side proved genuinely effective; they positioned themselves to block the enemy cultivators, preventing them from interfering.

While they had no deep loyalty or personal affection for Cain, they recognized the strategic opportunity.

If the Atrox-the strongest fighter among the enemy-were neutralized, it could tip the precarious balance of the entire confrontation.

And so, they held the line.

Meanwhile, Cain pushed his Ego Wave to its limits, overexerting his power to hasten the process of embedding the Leviathan Shadow into the Atrox’s Rebirth Heart.

A searing mental pain hammered at Cain’s skull, and soon, blood trickled from his eyes, yet he kept clenching his teeth to remain focused.

He felt as though his soul was about to tear apart from the strain, but he refused to relent.

After what felt like an eternity of pain, the Leviathan Shadow fully merged with the Atrox’s heart.

Only then did Cain withdraw his Ego Wave, pausing the influx of psychic energy.

He staggered back, face pale, and the skin of his arms and neck was marked by burns-painful reminders of the wound he had endured.

Exhaustion weighed on his entire being; every muscle in his body cried out for rest, and every fiber of his soul felt drained.

Even so, he refused to collapse.

Instead, Cain forced himself to turn his attention back to the Hell Clan woman, who was still pinned to the ground by the spear.

Amara gazed at Cain with a fury born of desperation, her eyes blazing with lethal intent.

Yet she could not disguise the worry flickering in her gaze as her eyes repeatedly darted toward the Atrox in silent dread.

Even under the duress of her own wound, she was clearly more concerned for the man pinned by Cain’s nightmarish technique.

Cain did not waste time analyzing the woman’s emotions.

He stomped over to where she lay and seized the spear that impaled her, yanking it out in a quick, brutal motion.

Amara emitted a gasp of pain, blood pouring more freely from the injury.

Before she could even attempt to rise, Cain planted his foot over the wounded area, applying pressure.

The gesture both held her in place and helped cauterize the bleeding, though it was far from a gentle procedure.

“Enough!” Cain roared, voice echoing across the battlefield.

The Spear of Doom remained in his left hand, its metal gleaming ominously despite the smoke and dust swirling in the air.

On his right side, the Atrox hung limply, still held in Cain’s mental and psychic grip.

Under his foot, Amara gasped and struggled, pinned with nowhere to go.

At Cain’s command, the chaos on the battlefield froze.

Elrick, Auron, and the other warriors from Lady Azure’s group stepped back, panting from exertion.

Likewise, the enemy group paused in their attempted charge, a mixture of fear and anger contorting their expressions.

Although the Dark Race’s force stared at Cain with cold hostility, there was also an undeniable trace of dread in their eyes.

They had just witnessed how this young man had managed to overpower the two strongest members of their party.

Even if Cain looked battered and only remained upright by sheer willpower, the fact remained that he now held the lives of both the Atrox and the Hell Clan woman in the palm of his hand.

A man from the Eldricht Race-his aura pulsing with power-stepped forward.

He inhaled deeply, focusing his gaze on Cain.

“I am Golten.

Who are you?” he demanded, his tone low and icy yet cautious.

Just moments earlier, Golten had unleashed a blast of Star Power capable of wounding Auron severely; it was clear he held considerable rank in this group, and with the Atrox incapacitated, he appeared to be taking leadership.

Cain regarded the Eldricht man for a moment, reading the tension in his posture and the hatred simmering behind his eyes.

Finally, he nodded.

“I am Cain Laurifer.

I take it you people belong to the Eclipse School, correct?” Though short of breath, his voice was steady.  He did not have to be a genius to deduce that this powerful faction before him likely hailed from the Dark Race’s Lord-Tier Organization, whose domain was said to border the Death Fields.

Golten kept his gaze locked on Cain, assessing him.

Then the Eldricht spoke: “That is correct.

And the man you hold on your right, Lord Leorio, is the son of one of our Ancient Elders-a Prima Deity.

What do you want in return for releasing him?” Elrick and the others visibly tensed at Golten’s words.

Hearing that the Atrox’s father was a Prima Deity was enough to make them shiver in unease.

That fact alone drastically increased the stakes.

If they angered such a being, the consequences could be catastrophic.

Yet, almost immediately, another emotion stirred among them: greed.

They could exchange the Atrox for a fountain of wealth.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Redsunworld Check the comments for images 13/28 Chapter: 21 weekly + 4 for golden ranking (+50) + 3 for power stone ranking (+400)