Chapter 2578: Doomsday Incarnation - Final Form (II)

"RUMBLE!"

Earth trembled violently as cracks spread in every direction, the ground fracturing like fragile glass under unbearable pressure.

At the epicenter of the destruction stood Anark, his figure towering with overwhelming might as he slammed Adam into the ground with all his strength. The impact was cataclysmic, a force so immense that it seemed capable of shattering the very foundation of the world.

Adam coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body screaming in agony as every bone and muscle protested the blow. Before he could even attempt to recover, Anark seized him again and hurled him across the battlefield.

Adam’s body crashed into the tallest building in the area, and the collision triggered a devastating chain reaction. The massive structure groaned for a fraction of a second before collapsing entirely, burying the Curse Eater beneath countless tons of debris. Each fragment of the ruined tower bore a weight that could rival that of a celestial body, turning the rubble into a crushing prison.

Anark rolled his neck slowly, the sound of bones snapping back into place echoing faintly amidst the destruction. Pain coursed through his body, but instead of weakening him, it only fueled his killing intent. His eyes burned with cold determination as he prepared to finish the battle, ready to melt the mountain of debris and annihilate his enemy once and for all.

Yet, just as he took a step forward, something changed.

A pulse of energy erupted from beneath the rubble.

Anark’s eyes widened as an overwhelming, crushing pressure began to rise from the buried ruins. The debris trembled, then lifted into the air, suspended by arcs of crackling energy that danced like lightning. It was as if an immense force was awakening, tearing itself free from the depths.

At the center of the phenomenon stood Adam.

Blood covered his body, staining his skin and clothes, yet the vitality within him surged instead of fading. His presence grew heavier, denser, more terrifying with every passing second. The air itself seemed to bend under the weight of his power.

"I thought I could contain you without using it," Adam said, his voice calm but edged with primal ferocity. "But now I see I was being naive."

A dark, purple energy began to seep from his body, coiling around him like living smoke. His frame expanded slightly, muscles tightening as bone spikes erupted from his elbows and knees.

"Allow me to show you..." he continued, his voice resonating with authority, "...the final form of a Neo-Demon’s Doomsday Incarnation."

With a thunderous roar, the bones spread rapidly across his body, growing, twisting, and layering over him until they encased him completely. In an instant, Adam was sealed within a dense cocoon of jagged, pulsating bone.

"—Harbinger of Beginning!—"

His voice exploded across the battlefield like thunder.

The cocoon shattered.

Fragments of bone scattered in every direction, revealing his transformed form. The protruding spikes were gone, replaced by a refined, terrifying structure. A thin layer of bone scales covered parts of his body, particularly around his fists and vital points, giving him a sleek yet deadly appearance. His wings of plasma had evolved as well, now radiating a molten, radiant glow that pulsed with an ever-growing life force.

At first glance, the physical changes were subtle.

But the power—

The power was not.

Anark felt it immediately. His fists clenched instinctively as the sheer magnitude of Adam’s strength surged upward. It was not just an increase; it was a leap, a transformation that pushed Adam into an entirely new realm of combat capability.

Yet there was no fear in Anark’s eyes.

Only battle will.

"I thought your conversion into a Curse Eater had stripped you of your Neo-Demon gifts," Anark said, his voice steady, his aura beginning to swell in response. "But it seems you’ve refined them instead. Even pushed them further."

A grin spread across his face, sharp and unyielding.

"However... that changes nothing."

His energy erupted.

Violet force exploded from his body, each muscle tightening as his form expanded slightly, his presence growing more oppressive. The very air trembled around him as his power surged to new heights.

This would be his final battle—he could feel it. Whether he emerged victorious or not, his ego would eventually dissolve into the vast emptiness that defined his new nature.

So he would give everything.

He would burn everything!

Adam watched him, and for the first time in a long time, his smile widened—not with cold calculation, but with something far more human.

Excitement.

"The Power of Order is majestic beyond measure," Adam said, flexing his transformed body as energy rippled through him. "But it dulls emotion."

His eyes gleamed brighter, the red light within them intensifying.

"Yet today... I can feel my blood burning for the first time since the Great War!"

The auras of both warriors rose higher and higher, clashing and intertwining as the sky above them ignited into a sea of gold and crimson. The ground beneath their feet fractured further, unable to withstand the pressure of their presence.

Then—

They vanished.

In the next heartbeat, they reappeared directly in front of each other.

And struck.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!"

Their fists collided, and the resulting explosion of power tore through the battlefield like a divine calamity. Buildings were ripped from their foundations and hurled away, reduced to dust by the shockwaves alone. The collision was only the beginning.

Both Anark and Adam planted their feet firmly into the ground, their eyes locked as they launched into a relentless exchange of blows.

Each strike carried enough force to shatter worlds.

Each collision birthed explosions that echoed endlessly across the ruined Earth.

They moved faster than light, their forms blurring into streaks of gold and violet. The pressure generated by their combat became so intense that it trapped the released energy, preventing it from dispersing. That energy began to spiral, compress, and evolve.

A massive golden-red typhoon formed at the center of the battlefield.

It rose into the sky, a colossal vortex of destruction that consumed everything within its reach. The sheer power contained within it was so overwhelming that any being below the Half-Step Fourth Realm would have been annihilated instantly.

And still—

It continued to grow.

At its core stood Anark and Adam.

Their expressions were identical in one aspect: absolute determination.

Neither cared for defense anymore. Both had abandoned restraint, focusing solely on overwhelming the other through sheer force and will. Blow after blow landed, each one capable of ending lesser beings instantly, yet neither warrior stepped back.

Not even once.

Their arms moved so fast that they became invisible, leaving only flashes of light and bursts of destruction in their wake. The ground beneath them collapsed further and further, unable to endure the constant punishment.

Despite the devastation, the laws of the Tenth Empyrean World held firm. Though more than half of Earth had already been reduced to ruins, its fundamental structure remained intact, containing the battle within its bounds.

In this battlefield, there were only two possible outcomes.

One would fall.

The other would stand.

The clash grew increasingly brutal, yet neither could gain a decisive advantage.

Until—

A flicker of golden light flashed within Adam’s eyes.

For the briefest moment, everything aligned.

He deflected Anark’s incoming strike.

The Lord of the Emptiness was caught off guard. He had carefully concealed his movements from the perception of the Flow, masking his intent through sheer mastery. It had taken Adam countless exchanges to synchronize himself with Anark’s rhythm, to attune his senses to that hidden frequency.

And even then—

It would only work once.

But once...

Was enough.

Adam’s lips curled into a fierce smile as he drove his fist forward.

The punch connected directly with Anark’s face.

The force behind it was indescribable—a convergence of Adam’s own strength and the redirected power of Anark’s assault. It was a blow capable of shattering galaxies.

The golden-red typhoon exploded outward.

Anark’s body was launched like a meteor, crashing through the ground and tearing a path of destruction across the battlefield, breaking everything in his way.