"Damn it!!"
Mechikkapula's expression changed drastically.
He was no fool. He naturally knew that fighting in the chaos was disadvantageous to him, so he turned and tried to flee.
Rumble—!
A hundred-thousand-meter-tall phantom suddenly appeared behind him, followed by a crushing punch.
"AAAAAH!!"
Things were no longer as they had been. Mechikkapula's Eighth Tier Space-Time Rule could no longer let him travel through space-time as before, and his enormous body was sent flying viciously.
"Nice one, Gran!!"
Above them, Beerus raised his arms and cheered.
Bulma watched the projected image, her little face flushed red. "Lord Gran finally hit him. Let's see you survive this!"
Whis smiled as well. "The kid knows to use the chaos to hinder his Eighth Tier Space-Time Rule. Not bad, not bad."
Vados said calmly, "So what if Mechikkapula used the Super Dragon? Every bit of power in his body is still at Deity Level. Not a single one has reached the Angel Realm. He's dead for sure now."
Marcarita nodded. "That is the limitation of external power. The Super Dragon cannot grant someone Angel Realm power. Gran's power can shatter the Immortal Body. He can't endure it any longer."
The Gods and Angels all reached the same conclusion.
Kusu, the Grand Minister's eldest daughter, remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.
Rumble—!
Below, Mechikkapula crashed into the depths of the chaos.
Pitch-black Demon God's Blood, thick as tar, splattered in every direction, while a terrifyingly deep wound had been blasted open in his chest.
Thanks to the Immortal Body bestowed by the Super Dragon, a dim glow spread across Mechikkapula's wound.
"Damn it!!"
Mechikkapula clutched his chest.
Gran moved incredibly fast within the chaos, arriving before Mechikkapula in an instant. "Do you still think I'm weak now?"
"You..."
Mechikkapula had just tried to retort.