The sky above the Dragon Kingdom had turned into a battlefield of divine wrath.
Thousands of angels descended like a golden storm, their six wings blazing with holy light. Flaming swords and radiant spears rained down toward the lone figure standing in the ruined cathedral.
Feng looked up at the descending host without fear.
He reached into his Storage Bag and pulled out the Cosmic Trident Spear. The moment his hand closed around the black shaft, violent purple lightning erupted along its length, crackling with cosmic power that made the very air tremble.
The first wave of angels charged him, screaming divine chants, their weapons glowing with purifying light.
Feng moved.
He became a blur of darkness and lightning.
The trident swept in wide, merciless arcs. Each strike was devastating. The void-cutting edge of the three prongs sliced through holy armor, angelic flesh, and divine light as if they were paper. Angels were bisected mid-air, their bodies disintegrating into golden particles before they could even scream.
He showed no mercy.
Whenever a soldier or knight loyal to the Goddess rushed at him on the ground, Feng would vanish with Stealth Specialist and reappear behind them, driving the trident through their backs or cutting them in half with a single swing. Blood and holy light mixed on the broken marble floor as he slaughtered wave after wave without pause.
The angels tried to surround him, firing barrages of holy spears and beams of purifying light.
Feng spun the trident once.
A massive ring of purple lightning exploded outward in a perfect circle, disintegrating dozens of angels in a single strike. The cosmic electricity ignored their divine protection, burning through their very essence.
He leaped into the air, meeting the next wave head-on. The trident thrust forward, piercing through three angels at once, then he twisted it violently, tearing them apart from the inside. Purple lightning chained between the fallen bodies, spreading the destruction further.
On the ground, he moved like death itself — appearing and disappearing, cutting legs, severing wings, slicing throats. Every soldier who had obeyed the Goddess and attacked him was slaughtered without hesitation.
The Goddess's projection in the sky roared in fury:
"Insolent worm! How dare you defy the heavens!"
More angels poured down, but Feng did not slow. His movements were precise, efficient, and utterly merciless. The Cosmic Trident Spear sang through the air, leaving trails of purple lightning that lingered like scars in the sky.
The once-majestic choir of angels was being systematically dismantled by a single man.
Blood rained from the sky. Golden feathers burned and turned to ash. The holy light that had once filled the capital was now stained with darkness and cosmic electricity.
Feng stood in the center of the carnage, breathing steadily, the trident dripping with divine ichor.
He looked up at the colossal projection of the Goddess of Light, his voice cold and clear:
"You sent them to die. Now watch them fall."
The slaughter continued.
The Goddess's counterattack had begun… but so had Feng's.