The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1525

Chapter 1525: Halberd to the heart Chapter 1525: Halberd to the heart A stunned look rippled across the woman’s face the instant her Third Realm Spell flew completely out of her control!

“What!?” she hissed under her breath, scouring the battlefield with urgent eyes.

How had he done it?

How had this Soul Realm cultivator, who was barely more than a mortal in her estimation, so diverted a spell brimming with Third Realm might?

She had no time to unravel the puzzle.

With the water serpent gone, nothing stood in the way of the dark spear formed from malevolent energies.

Her gaze darted toward the incoming threat-a twisting lance of ominous power streaking toward her like a falling star of calamity.

“Damn it!” the woman cursed, hastily weaving her fingers to summon a shield of water.

Luminous droplets coalesced into a crystalline barrier.

No sooner had she raised the shield than the black spear struck.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!” A thunderous explosion rocked the entire volcanic terrain.

The impact’s shockwave leveled the nearby mountains, flattening them as though pressed down by an invisible titan’s hand.

Churning clouds of ash and brimstone billowed outwards, darkening the sun.

For an instant, the entire Purgatory Volcanic Range seemed on the verge of collapse.

Yet, even as her water shield held back the spear’s tip, the woman sensed it would not last long.

Tiny fractures lanced across the fluid barrier, spiderwebbing outward in an instant.

She raised her arms, attempting to conjure another Third Realm Spell, but the cracks spread too quickly.

Before she could channel any fresh power, the black spear shattered her defense.

Shards of liquid force exploded in all directions, illuminating the moment the dark weapon slammed into her chest.

“Urgh!” She spat out a mouthful of blood as the impact drove her backward through the sky, propelling her across the charred horizon.

For the first time in countless years, a genuine wound seared her flesh.

Spatters of her blood painted the air, and white-hot fury ignited in her eyes.

For all her lofty confidence-even after learning her Karmic Seal had been obstructed-she’d never truly feared Cain.

In her mind, once she had decided to kill him, his fate had been sealed.

Whatever tricks he unleashed, she believed they would only prolong his inevitable demise.

And yet now, not only had he forced her to bleed, but he had inflicted genuine harm.

Humiliation and outrage coursed through her veins in equal measure.

She braced herself, ready to obliterate the spear with another wave of her cosmic power- But before she could even gather energy, the spear itself began to change.

Instead of continuing its forward drive through her flesh, the dark, pulsating weapon disassembled into nine ethereal swords formed of black light.

Each sword circled around her like a predatory hawk before flashing inward.

The woman’s eyes widened in alarm as all nine blades pierced her body-yet strangely, none tore apart her flesh.

Instead, she felt an invasive surge of wicked runes seeping into her core.

These runes froze her nerves, preventing her limbs from responding as swiftly as they should, and they stagnated the energy flowing from her Evolution Core while also hindering her soul force.

“What kind of abomination is this!?” she growled through clenched teeth, panic flickering in her gaze.

For an instant, she could not hide her shock at the sheer intricacy of the runic formation assailing her.

Had the treasures used to forge these nine evil blades been of the Third Realm, she might have been knocked unconscious or worse.

As it stood, the infiltration of such vile runes was devastating enough.

“No mere Soul Realm child could have crafted this,” she muttered, refusing to believe that Cain-a Soul Realm master not even a century old-had created something so elaborate.

Regardless of how he had pulled it off, the dark runic swords now bound her soul and thwarted her channeling of cosmic energy.

Even as the woman’s mind raced, a sudden flash lit the sky.

She narrowed her gaze against the brightness.

What she saw almost resembled a living cosmic dragon-titanic, brimming with raw destructive force, dominating the sky like a monarch.

That was the phenomenon the Sky Sovereign had once evoked countless times across his storied life and the one that gave him his title.

But the entity above was not the ancient monster she knew; it was something new, brimming with wrath and murderous intent.

“SHOOTING STAR DRAGON DIVE!” Cain’s voice boomed across the ravaged battlefield, trembling with all the rage and might in his heart.

His entire body burned with savage power, fueled by every ounce of life force and soul force he could command.

No ounce of caution remained-only the singular aim of annihilating his foe.

In the woman’s eyes, his descending figure momentarily took the shape of a majestic, celestial dragon swooping down upon its prey.

Star Power flared around the halberd clenched in Cain’s hands.

Fiery arcs of the Law of Fire crackled along the weapon’s length while the edges radiated the sundering potency of Space-Time Laws.

Shadows swirled around him, siphoning the environment’s energy into a cataclysmic dive.

The woman gritted her teeth, furious at her inability to move.

She tried to muster cosmic force, but the nine swords restraining her made every gesture sluggish.

She was like a goddess pinned under mortal illusions-yet illusions potent enough to hamper her just long enough for Cain’s blow.

In the blink of an eye, the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd slammed into her chest, right above her heart.

The collision’s momentum drove them both earthward in a plummeting spiral.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” A cataclysmic impact followed.

The land for thousands of kilometers split like broken glass, massive fissures racing across the once formidable Purgatory Volcanic Range.

Entire volcanoes toppled as if struck by a primeval cataclysm.

Lava spewed in columns, and the shockwave alone could have turned a legion of Soul Realm masters to dust.

At the epicenter of this destructive fury stood a young man drenched in blood, his eyes glowing red with feral determination.

Blood streamed from Cain’s eyes, ears, and nose-clear signs of the unbearable strain on his body.

His expression was barely human, more beast than man, driven by unrelenting killing intent.

Beneath him, half-buried in the ruined earth, lay the woman.

Nine ethereal swords still shimmered around her, effectively chaining her to the ground.

Her face twisted between disgust and alarm.

She had spent eons above mortal squabbles yet now stared at this young man with genuine shock.

Slowly, with agonized slowness, Cain pressed the halberd’s blade deeper.

The blade, glimmering with astral might, edged ever closer to the woman’s heart.

Mere moments separated her from mortal danger-an outcome once unimaginable for a Third Realm life form who considered Soul Realm cultivators nothing more than ants.

Earlier, she had fended off Cain’s weapon with a single palm, suffering only a shallow cut.

That had been effortless-so how was he now forcing a lethal weapon through her flesh?  The truth was that her previous “naked flesh” defense had been anything but; she had actively augmented her body with her Evolution Core’s power and an intricate layer of cosmic Law runes.

Her physical body was incredibly durable on its own-outmatching most Peak Divine Transcendence Masters-but without that protective energy synergy, she was vulnerable.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Redsunworld Check the images in the comments