Chapter 1841: Primordial vs ArchDeity
The ArchDeity was forced to ascend higher and higher, seeking distance from the massive explosion erupting below. Yet even as he rose through the highest sky, his gaze remained fixed on the young man beneath him. Or at least, that had been his intention—until, suddenly and without warning, the young man vanished.
"What!?" Shock exploded in the ArchDeity’s eyes. That astonishment quickly turned into a flash of horror as he looked up—and saw the young man now standing above him.
Cain’s body had been completely reconstructed. Any damage had vanished without a trace. A brilliant white star hovered above his forehead like a celestial crown, radiating with a power that defied all comprehension. That light wasn’t just divine—it was absolute. His presence alone seemed to fracture the very laws of reality.
Cain smiled widely, clenching his fists with quiet confidence. Then, without hesitation or warning, he struck forward.
The ArchDeity’s eyes widened in alarm as Cain’s fist moved. The space around it twisted and warped, time itself bending to the sheer force of his motion. Yet that was not what truly terrified the ArchDeity.
No—what filled him with utter dread was the weight behind the blow.
It carried such overwhelming mass and power that the ArchDeity felt the simple idea of a clash could spell annihilation. Without a second thought, his energy erupted in desperation. A cocoon of darkness and flame manifested around him, a divine shield born of his full might.
"BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!"
The instant Cain’s fist met the cocoon, a colossal explosion shattered the air. The protective sphere was torn to pieces, and the ArchDeity was sent hurtling backward like a shooting star. However, he quickly regained control, halting his momentum mid-air. With no hesitation, he raised his hand to the sky.
A massive specter formed from flames and shadows, rising like a god of destruction. Its size dwarfed mountains, its form so gargantuan it blanketed the sky over the entire Crimsonsky Continent. It was clear now—the ArchDeity had stopped holding back. This was a spell drawn from the very core of his cultivation, a technique that could erase nations.
Cain’s eyes sharpened as the titanic specter lunged at him. Yet the smile on his face did not fade.
He inhaled deeply. The white star above his forehead pulsed brighter. He adopted a battle stance in the air, and as he clenched his fists once more, the power of his body, soul, and essence converged. Energy surged through him with terrifying harmony.