Zamasu looked at Lu Li's face and felt as though he were staring straight into an abyss.
Hearing Lu Li say the name "Zamasu" made him feel as though Lu Li were talking about a pig in a slaughterhouse, further magnifying the terror in his heart.
Zamasu had never imagined that after obtaining a perfect body and becoming the sole God of this world, he would end up like this.
He had fused with another version of himself, thinking victory was assured, only to taste the bitterness of being unable to win even after giving it everything he had.
Why was the gap between them so enormous?
After Lu Li used that power of intent, Zamasu had been completely unable to resist before being bound by the bands of light.
"No... don't come any closer!"
Zamasu struggled desperately and edged backward through the void, but with the power of Soul Intent and Bakudō holding him down, he could not retreat far.
He watched helplessly as Lu Li stepped closer again, reached out, and grabbed for his face. Zamasu's voice was nearly a shriek. "Don't come any closer!!!"
But Lu Li ignored Zamasu's cries, grabbing his face with one hand. "Split."
Zamasu did not split apart, because he felt that no matter how many copies he made, they would not be a match for Lu Li. They would merely be humiliated and killed by Lu Li for nothing.
"You're no fun like this. Hurry up and split. I'm terrified of swarm tactics. You just didn't split into enough people earlier, so that's why I won."
Seeing that Zamasu was no longer splitting, Lu Li felt somewhat depressed. He had wanted to keep farming him.
But when he saw the terror in Zamasu's eyes, he knew Zamasu had been beaten into a