Chapter 1827: The end of the Eternal War
"Apocalypse Blast!"
Cain roared, his voice thundering across the sky like the proclamation of extinction—a herald of damnation and divine ruin. The super-condensed Neo-Demon Aura stored deep within his Chaotic Core surged into his sword, merging with the destructive energy already coiled at its edge. The result was a blistering arc of plasma so violent, so unrestrained, it tore through the heavens and set the very fabric of space ablaze.
"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!"
The resulting explosion was cataclysmic. The highest layers of the sky trembled as if reality itself were gasping. Massive cracks formed in every direction, opening up fissures across the dimensional layers. The sheer force of the blast spread outward like the hand of an angry god, obliterating everything in a radius of thousands of kilometers.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
A scream of pure agony erupted alongside the destruction—one belonging to none other than the Lord of Ages. The ancient ArchDeity was flung back like a discarded puppet, his form spinning helplessly through the fractured sky. Fear and horror contorted his once-majestic face.
Anyone watching could see it clearly: the Lord of Ages had completely abandoned the idea of battle. In his mind, there was only one thought left—escape.
But Cain and Tiamat would never allow such an ending.
With a flicker of movement, they vanished after him. The Neo-Demon and Dragon Empress, both still in good condition and with their energies burning like suns, were far faster than the wounded ArchDeity. It was only a matter of seconds before they caught up and delivered the final blow.
Or so they thought.
"Titanomachy!" the Lord of Ages howled like a madman, his voice trembling with desperation and wrath.