Chapter 2381: Curse Eater Race—the ruling race of the Tenth Empyrean World
"Where am I?"
The question echoed inside Cain’s mind for only an instant before he forcefully cast it aside. The nature of this place did not matter. What mattered was that his enemy had chosen this battlefield—and that alone meant he needed to leave it as soon as possible.
The Chaos Wings flared behind him, the Power of Chaos surging outward as Cain attempted to connect with his people, intending to use them as anchors for teleportation. For a brief moment, instinct guided him as it always had.
Then shock flashed through his eyes.
"Even if this were an entirely different Empyrean World, the Power of Chaos would still allow me to connect with them. But now... they’re foggy. I can feel them, yet I cannot connect."
The frown on Cain’s face deepened as understanding settled in. This place was far more dangerous than it appeared. It was not merely isolated—it actively interfered with his fundamental connections.
The next second, his wings beat powerfully, launching him straight into the sky. He ascended rapidly, tearing through the dark air until—without warning—he slammed into something solid.
A massive, invisible dome.
The impact sent ripples through space. Cain halted midair, eyes narrowing as he extended his hand. A Zero-State Spear manifested instantly, its presence distorting reality around it. Without hesitation, he hurled it forward, slamming it into the surface of the dome.
Cracks spread outward in a web of destruction.
Yet just as quickly as they appeared, they began to heal.
The damage failed to outpace the dome’s regeneration.