บท 894: Satan-Level Battlefield

Fein, standing amidst their mockery, clenched his fists tightly. His eyes flashed with determination, a fire burning deep within. He knew they saw him as an insignificant insect, but he would prove them wrong. He would show them the true meaning of power.

With a rogue smile on his lips, Fein's gaze swept over the Satans, his eyes locking with theirs one by one. He saw through their facade of superiority, sensing the fear and uncertainty lurking beneath. Deep down, they knew that underestimating him was a grave mistake.

As the room buzzed with the Satans' mockery, Fein maintained an indifferent and aloof demeanor. His gaze focused on the arrogant demon who had raised his hand, eager to teach him a lesson. With a swift movement, Fein disappeared from his original spot, his form blurring in a display of supernatural speed.