The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1524

Chapter 1524: Facing a Third Realm Spell head on Chapter 1524: Facing a Third Realm Spell head on Cain hovered amid the swirling flames and toxic fumes of the Purgatory Volcanic Range, every fiber of his being focused on the vortex of dark power forming in the sky above.  Within that vortex, energies coalesced and grew more and more potent, fueled by Echo Runic Formations meticulously prepared in advance.

At the pinnacle of the gathering storm, a phantom began to take shape-towering and armored from head to toe in black plating, with six enormous wings flaring from its back like the pinions of a fallen archangel.

A fierce, heavenly aura radiated from this figure, at once pure and absolute, yet underpinned by an ominous darkness.

A flicker of pain crossed Cain’s eyes as he recognized the phantom’s form: a perfect embodiment of his Fallen Archangel Battle Set.

He had worn that armor and wielded its accompanying spear for what felt like an age, surviving the brutalities of the Dark Sky War thanks in large part to its protection.

Now, however, he had been forced to sacrifice it.

To strengthen the Echo Runic Formation designed to harness the negative aura of numerous evil treasures, the Sky Sovereign required an artifact embodying absolute control over one’s inner darkness-a relic that could serve as a flawless catalyst.

The series of World Treasures bearing the title “Lucifer” had proven the perfect match.

“I’ve relied on these treasures for so long,” Cain thought, a pang of regret passing through his mind.

“But if I’m to stand any chance against a Third Realm life form, I must be ready to give up everything.” He swallowed the ache of loss, letting it transmute into fierce determination.

Rage and killing intent surged within him, pushing aside all sentiment.

Raising the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd, he leveled its blade toward the distant woman who floated like an unassailable deity in the darkened heavens.

In response to his directive, the armored phantom in the sky lifted its head, dark flames blazing in its eyes.

Holding out one armored gauntlet, it commanded the vortex of churning evil to condense into a single black pillar.

Tapered at the tip, that pillar resembled a massive spear capable of skewering small worlds.

“Aargh!” The giant phantom roared as though channeling Cain’s own rage through its ethereal existence.

Then, in one thunderous motion, it seized the spear and hurled it toward the Third Realm woman.

All the swirling malice, cursed power, and killing intent harnessed from the evil treasures coalesced into this single, devastating thrust.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” The air split like fragile glass, and a deafening roar engulfed the volcanic plains.

The black spear shot forward with force far surpassing what even a pinnacle Divine Transcendence Master could muster in a lifetime of cultivation.

Though the sequence of events appeared protracted, in truth it all unfolded within a single breath.

The regal woman scarcely had time to react before the spear was already racing toward her.

A flash of seriousness crossed her eyes for the first time since the battle’s onset.

She sensed that this weapon posed a genuine danger, a threat far beyond any Soul Realm cultivator’s conjurations.

Questions briefly tugged at the back of her mind-how had Cain managed such sophisticated runic structures?-but she banished the curiosity.

Right now, neutralizing the incoming spear was paramount.

“Its power is five, maybe six times stronger than that tornado of Revolution Flames,” the woman calculated in a mental instant, “and it’s more concentrated.” Her prior displays wouldn’t suffice to quell this attack, but that posed no real problem.

She merely had to call upon the real might of her Third Realm cultivation.

“Third Realm Spell: Jormungandr!” She pressed her palms together.

From her Evolution Core, a single drop of shimmering water materialized, instantly expanding into the shape of a colossal serpent brimming with cosmic energy.

Fanged jaws parted in a silent roar, and the serpentine avatar lunged to intercept the malicious spear.

Cain had sacrificed years of treasured artifacts, plus one of his most cherished relic sets, to forge that spear in tandem with the Sky Sovereign’s Echo Runic Formations-yet the woman conjured an equally formidable force with a simple breath.

The black spear and the conjured world-serpent streaked across the sky in opposing arcs.

Beneath them, the already-scorched battlefield quaked.

It seemed the moment these two powers collided, the entire terrain might be obliterated.

Though returning to its usual aloofness, the woman’s expression carried a glimmer of confidence.

Even if her snake failed to emerge unscathed, the spear would be neutralized-robbing it of the potency to threaten her further.

That was when the woman’s eyes widened in shock.

She noticed something she had not accounted for: Cain himself was perched on the tip of the spear, leaping forward at the final moment.

With the projectile still in flight, he shot out from behind it, positioning himself directly in front of the world-serpent mere instants before they would clash.

“Is he committing suicide?” she wondered, a flicker of confusion betraying her calm façade.

“He can’t possibly survive a head-on collision with a Third Realm spell.

This is madness.” However, she failed to notice the golden radiance in Cain’s eyes-or the fact that the power swirling around his Shooting Star Dragon Halberd wasn’t destructive.

Instead, it was tuned to match the woman’s own energy signature on a fundamental level.

Perhaps she would have intervened immediately if she could have guessed his intent.

But Cain had exploited her disdain to buy just enough time.

“Do or die!” he snarled inwardly, bracing himself.

The halberd connected with the conjured world-serpent, a monstrous creation of azure liquid force.

Immediately, Cain’s entire body convulsed, agony flaring across his nerves as if threatening to tear him apart from within.

Yet he bit down on his lip and endured, summoning every ounce of will.

The Flow had grown incredibly powerful since he returned from the Crimson World to the point he could redirect Peak Divine Trascedn Spells with a single wave of his hand, but now he sought to redirect the serpent’s path, bending the Third Realm spell’s vector away from him.

The strain was unimaginable.

It felt like trying to lift a planet with one hand.

But as impossible as it seemed, Cain succeeded in nudging the cosmic serpent’s trajectory just enough.

The swirling azure body veered off course, sailing straight into the sky above him!

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