The Octagram hall was completely silent except for the faint crackle of the giant projection orb.
All eight Demon Lords sat motionless, eyes fixed on the live scene unfolding in the Dragon Kingdom. The battlefield was chaos — golden angels descending in waves, holy light clashing against purple cosmic lightning, and one lone man standing at the center of it all.
Guy Crimson leaned forward, elbows on the table, a dark, predatory smile on his face.
"Look at him… He's not running. He's slaughtering the Goddess's choir like they're nothing. That trident… it's not just a weapon anymore. He's using the Evil God's power without hesitation."
Milim Nava bounced excitedly in her seat, eyes sparkling with pure delight.
"Waaah~! He's so strong now! Did you see that swing? He cut through three angels at once! This is way more fun than I expected! Go Feng! Kill them all!"
Ramiris floated up and down nervously, clutching her tiny hands.
"Eeeek! He's actually fighting back against the Goddess's direct intervention! What if she gets really angry and descends fully? He's going to make the whole western side explode!"
Luminus Valentine watched with elegant composure, but her crimson eyes were narrowed in sharp interest.
"He moves with purpose. No wasted motion. Even injured, he's prioritizing the biggest threats. That kind of cold efficiency… he's no longer the farmer who was thrown away. He has become something far more dangerous."
Dagruel let out a deep, rumbling laugh that shook the table slightly.
"Hah! The boy has guts. Facing thousands of angels and a Goddess's projection alone… I like his spirit. He's not begging for mercy. He's making them pay."
Leon Cromwell observed quietly, arms crossed.
"He accepted the Evil God's power fully. That fusion of reincarnation and the dark gift is showing itself. The Goddess must be furious right now. This conflict is no longer a small grudge — it's becoming a war between two sides of the world."
Rimuru Tempest rested his chin on his hand, a small, intrigued smile on his lips as he watched Feng swing the trident again, disintegrating another squad of angels.
"He's growing fast. The way he uses Stealth Specialist combined with that cosmic trident… it's almost artistic. He's not just surviving anymore. He's hunting."
Shion, standing beside Rimuru, grinned widely and pumped her fist.
"Lord Rimuru! Look at him go! He's slaughtering the angels like they're training dummies! My bet is definitely winning now! He's going to take down the Goddess too, I just know it!"
The Demon Lords continued watching intently, exchanging comments as the battle raged on.
Some were openly entertained.
Some were calculating the potential threat Feng now posed.
Others were simply curious how far the rejected human would go against the heavens.
Guy Crimson finally spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of dark amusement.
"Let us keep watching. This human… Luo Feng… may end up becoming something none of us predicted."
The Octagram remained seated, eyes glued to the projection, as Feng continued his merciless counterattack against the Goddess's forces in the distant Dragon Kingdom.