Massacre

"Ha ha ha!!"

On Universe 7's Viewing Platform, Beerus laughed wildly. "What did I tell you? My candidate has far more strength than that. Do you believe it now?"

"You still wanted to lay a hand on my Hit?"

Champa shouted furiously at Quitela, "Now let's see how your candidate dies!"

"No!!!"

On Universe 4's Viewing Platform, Quitela looked like a madman as he clutched his head tightly. "He's only a Candidate God of Destruction. How can he be this powerful?"

If he had still been at his peak, he definitely would not have felt such fear.

But because of King of All's punishment, his strength had fallen to the Sixth Tier Peak.

Against Beerus's candidate, strength of that level was likely no longer enough to defeat him.

After all, that was an Angel's Ultra Instinct!

"Lord Quitela, we still have Lite! Lite has revived!" Universe 4 King Kai Kur suddenly roared.

"Right, right, right! We still have Lite. He's an Undead Creature. He can't be killed..."

Quitela climbed up from the ground and glanced at the arena. The next second, he collapsed onto the ground again in despair.

In the arena.

Hit's side was covered in snowy peaks. He was cautiously feeling his way toward Gran's direction, not daring to get too far from Gran, nor daring to get too close.

Suddenly!

A voice appeared behind Hit:

"Damn it, damn it! If you'd allied with me, you could have swept through every Candidate God of Destruction. Why did you ally yourself with this trash?!"

"Who is it?"

Hit hurriedly turned around. When he saw the newcomer, his eyes widened. "You... weren't you killed by Lord Gran? How are you still alive?!"

"Dead?"

Lite was in his Evil Wolf form, his four claws stepping through the snow. Every footprint