Goku and Vegeta split for just an instant—enough for him to take a brutal hit.
Giin's fist sank deep into Goku's chest, caving it inward.
"Tch."
Across the shattered sky, the shriek of torn spaceti cut past—
Helles's arrow was ripping in.
Giin's lips curved. With his free hand he raked through Goku's hair, swinging Goku's whole body to face the oncoming arrow.
Goku's pupils tightened; he struggled to counter—
but silvery threads snapped tight around him, locking him in place.
At that exact mont, a roar crashed across the battlefield:
"Get lost!!!"
Vegeta erupted in searing red ki, heat distorting the air as it ripped space.
Giin only tilted his head, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Too slow."
He leaned right—gliding past Vegeta's crushing kick with ease.
Vegeta's montum carried him below… and—
Giin hefted Goku with one hand and threw.
A shriek of air, then—
Goku's body beca a bludgeon, smashing straight toward Vegeta.
Vegeta's face fell. Too fast!
He could blast Goku away—but that would an hitting his own teammate.
Grinding his teeth, he braced to catch Goku instead.
A dull, explosive crash bood through the heavens; the two of them tumbled down like teors.
—— KRA-KRA-BOOM!!!
A cataclysmic blast shook the land. Stone geysers exploded skyward; magma fountained up through latticework cracks.
The two lay in the rubble, struggling to move—
and the arrow that had torn the void… was already almost upon them.
Its head blazed; dense Hakai (Destruction) radiance sprayed out, tracking like a homing shot as it dove for the ground.
Not far away, Broly's face darkened as he traded blows—
he had to cover Goku and Vegeta.
But a certain dead rat clung to him like a madman—
Quitela hounded him without pause.
Broly's aura surged, the power of the 11th Dinsion roaring out without restraint.
A low, rolling tremor shook the clouds; the world itself vibrated.
Deep green energy blanketed a radius of a million li, the air crushingly heavy.
Quitela—mid-dash—stiffened. "What—?"
He didn't have ti to process it.
A giant hand clamped over his face, palm swallowing his skull whole.
Quitela's eyes bulged. He tried to speak… but only choked.
Broly's voice rumbled:
"Die."
His palm flashed—
a column of green annihilation erupted point-blank, savage ki devouring the field.
In an instant, a hundred-ter cylinder of erald force smashed Quitela away like a cot.
The sky bood. The world itself gave a shudder.
Across the battlefield, hands stilled mid-strike.
One glance at the erald shockwave—and the god it had overpowered—put grim lines on every face.
So strong.
Elsewhere, Rigor single-handedly hamred two Gods of Destruction of the 8th and 5th universes, showing no sign of strain—
raw dominance crushed them relentlessly, leaving them no room to breathe, let alone counter.
The two gods wore identically ugly looks.
How was this guy this strong?!
Gohan, Jiren, and King Sadala each held another god at bay.
Jiren looked the most pressed—his limit was the peak of the 9th Dinsion, and surrounded by 10th-Dinsion titans, the gap showed.
But with comrades beside him, his battle-spirit surged—he only grew stronger as he fought.
Broly slapped the incoming Hakai no Ya (Arrow of Destruction) aside with one palm, then glanced down at the wrecked forms of Goku and Vegeta.
Both were badly hurt.
Goku dragged himself upright, pale and sweating—
This God of Destruction… was strong.
Giin's eyes slid to Broly. He said nothing—
then barked a single order to the side: "Now."
Across the sky, the Gods of Destruction moved in eerie sync. One by one they halted, cut their individual duels—
and rose, hovering in formation.
Deep violet Hakai spiraled across the world, pressure mounting to a suffocating peak.
Seeing it, Rigor and the rest broke away and rushed back to Goku's side.
Vegeta scowled up at the firmant.
"What are they planning?"
Goku's face tightened.
"Sothing big…"
In the sky's center, Giin and the others floated like a dark crown. No speeches.
Only power, rising—higher, and higher, and higher.
Beerus's eyes narrowed to slits.
"Are they insane…?"
The Angels traded glances—surprised, then intent.
Angel Korn peered upward and murmured,
"Great Destruction… They're serious."
Angel Campari chuckled.
"The lords are angry. Those humans are in for a rough ti."
He hid a smile behind his hand.
Whis's face went dark.
"Everyone—this is getting out of hand."
Beerus jabbed a finger at the Angels, snapping,
"Yeah—why are your gods so lacking in manners?!"
Campari flicked a glance at Beerus, eyes cool. Then he turned to Whis, voice carrying a soft pressure:
"Whis, do you think you conduct yourself better than I?"
Whis said nothing.
Beerus bristled, refusing to let an Angel talk circles around his own.
"Whis doesn't get it, but you do? Hah!"
Campari's smile iced over.
"I discipline my little brother. What are you interfering for?"
His palm dipped.
A dense swell of Kami no Chikara (Divine Power) pressed down like a ceiling.
BOOM.
Beerus buckled with a grunt, forced to a knee.
"Ghh—"
He stared up, shocked—then snarled and burned, purple-black Hakai twining with silver radiance, his strongest aura surging.
He pushed—
and the weight only got heavier.
Unbreakable.
Whis's face tightened.
"Brother, how can you act directly?!"
Campari's eyes shone with mirth.
"Did I act?"
"That is acting!" Whis said through his teeth.
"Or… perhaps he knelt on his own?" Campari lilted.
"You forget Angels cannot interfere? If I intervened, I'd vanish on the spot."
Whis's jaw set. Word gas, now?
Acting was acting—
whether he called it sothing else or not.
Angel Sour's expression frosted over. Disgusting. She readied herself to help Whis—
And the sky split.
A silent tear opened in the heavens.
Light poured through.
Every gaze snapped upward as a figure descended—
a man in a white gi with a black belt, drifting down through the rift.
Below, Krillin's eyes went wide; joy burst across his face.
"Aishi!!!"
Piccolo and the others brightened in unison—
Finally.
Yamcha practically vibrated.
"Aishi's here—those guys are done for!!!"
Elsewhere, outsiders flicked looks toward Universe 7's crowd.
"Who's that?"
"Dramatic entrance much?"
Krillin grinned.
"Our universe's strongest trump card—the one who manhandled Beerus!"
"Manhandled Beerus?!"
Faces paled across the visitors.
In their ntal rank, Beerus sat at the top, with Quitela close behind; then ca the likes of Champa, Belmod, Rumsshi… and the tail end, Iwne.
But soone stronger than Beerus…?
Their eyes climbed back to the lone figure overhead.
Aishi's gaze swept the battlefield.
…What a ss.
Goku's group, spotting him, broke away from the gods and arrowed up to et him.
Aishi remained where he was, waiting.
Goku floated up, a relieved smile breaking through the pain.
"Aishi—you made it!"
Aishi nodded lightly, eyes flicking over him.
"What happened to you?"
Goku scratched his head and laughed weakly, not answering.
Arms crossed, Vegeta snorted.
"What else—these petty Gods of Destruction looking for trouble!!!"
"How?" Aishi asked, glancing over.
Vegeta ground his teeth and gave the short version.
Aishi listened, then nodded once, saying nothing.
Beside them, Gohan looked to Aishi.
"Master… what's the plan?"
Aishi smiled faintly—still not speaking.
Among these Gods of Destruction, aside from the dead one—and Champa—
almost none knew him.
Even the one he'd humiliated last ti, Rumsshi, only half-believed what he'd seen.
That was enough.
Still thinking of ganging up?
Aishi's eyes slid to Rumsshi—
who had already drifted toward the edge of the field.
Aishi said nothing.
Down below, Giin glanced at Rumsshi.
"The Great Destruction is about to begin."
Rumsshi gave a pained grin.
"My stomach hurts."
"Your… stomach," Giin repeated, brow creasing.
He snorted. "Do as you like."
Coward, he thought. Fleeing at the last second? Tch.
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