The sky above the Dragon Kingdom shattered like glass.
After Feng had slaughtered the last wave of angels, leaving the battlefield littered with golden feathers and divine ash, a colossal crack tore through the heavens. Golden light poured out like liquid fire as the Goddess of Light finally descended in her true form — a towering, radiant figure of silver hair and blazing eyes, her presence alone causing the ground to tremble and the air to burn.
The entire world seemed to shake under her divine wrath.
In the distant Octagram hall, the Demon Lords watched the live projection with varying degrees of seriousness.
Guy Crimson narrowed his eyes. "It's bad. The Goddess has descended herself. The human might be in real trouble now."
Milim Nava stopped bouncing, her usual playful expression turning serious for once. "If they fight seriously, the entire other side could be destroyed…"
Ramiris hid behind Rimuru, peeking out nervously. "This is too scary! The sky is cracking! What if the whole western half collapses?!"
Luminus Valentine crossed her arms tightly. "A direct confrontation between a empowered rejected soul and the Goddess of Light… the collateral damage will be catastrophic."
Dagruel rumbled, "The boy has grown strong, but facing a true goddess in her full descent… even with the Evil God's power, this will not be easy."
Leon Cromwell spoke quietly, "The fight might destroy everything within hundreds of kilometers. We should prepare ourselves in case the shockwaves reach across the divide."
Rimuru Tempest watched silently, his golden eyes focused. "This is no longer a small conflict. It's becoming a war between two opposing forces of the world."
Back on the battlefield, Feng stood amid the ashes of the angels, blood dripping from several wounds on his body. He was breathing heavily, but his eyes burned with cold determination.
He looked up at the colossal projection of the Goddess and pointed the Cosmic Trident Spear directly at her.
"You finally came," he said, his voice carrying clearly through the trembling air.
A dark, humorless laugh escaped his lips.
"Looks like I don't need to trouble myself to come to you."
The Goddess's voice thundered down like divine judgment:
"Insolent worm! You dare defy the heavens and slaughter my faithful?! I will erase you from existence!"
She raised her hand and launched a devastating strike — a massive beam of pure holy light, powerful enough to annihilate an entire city.
Feng swung the Cosmic Trident Spear upward to meet it.
The clash was cataclysmic.
Purple cosmic lightning collided with golden divine light. The impact caused the sky to crack even wider, and a shockwave of raw power exploded outward, annihilating everything within a 50-kilometer radius. Mountains crumbled, forests turned to ash, rivers boiled away, and entire towns were wiped from the map in an instant.
The fight between the empowered Feng and the descended Goddess of Light had truly begun.
They clashed again and again — trident against divine power, darkness against light — each exchange shaking the very foundation of the world.