"What if it gets blown apart?"
Mechikkapula roared, "If it gets blown apart, this space-time will return to chaos..."
"That's exactly what I want—to return this space-time to chaos."
"You..."
Mechikkapula was still hysterical.
The next second, the critical point shattered with a thunderous crash.
The intertwined forces of space-time, Time Turbulence, Destruction Annihilation Force, and Angel Power began raging wildly.
The first crack exploded from the core of the energy collision. It was no ordinary Spatial Rift, but a pitch-black gash where time order and dimensions were torn apart together. Within the black fissure rolled distorted visions of the past, present, and future.
A chain of space-time explosions instantly swept across the entire Cosmic Interstice.
"Not good!"
Whis hurriedly waved his staff, and an Energy Barrier protected Bulma and Beerus.
The other Angels did the same, swiftly protecting their own Gods of Destruction.
Once the Angels' power had enveloped the Gods,
Rumble—!
This space was like glazed crystal crushed by a giant hand. Layer upon layer of Dimensional Barriers collapsed and shattered, turning into dust of The Void.
Timelines snapped one by one, and grayish-white fragments of time order drifted through the air.
The Space Fragments that had just exploded automatically restored themselves, while time in neighboring regions went into overdrive. Matter decayed into The Void in an instant, and vast stretches of space permanently fell into dead zones of frozen time.
At the center of the explosion, a space-time chaos vortex formed, constantly expanding before collapsing inward. Its warped gravity tugged at the spatial wreckage floating around it.
"It's over!!!"
Mechikkapula looked around.
Misaligned phantasms of other planes flickered constantly through the rifts. At times, desolate ancient space-times flashed past; at others, future planes not yet formed emerged.
Finally!
Those phantasms were utterly extinguished, leaving behind nothing but