High above.
"It's over. Looking at him, his power has truly broken through into the Angel Realm."
"This is bad. Now that his power has reached the Angel Realm First Tier, the restrictions within the chaos can no longer affect him."
"Gran is in danger!!"
The Gods of Destruction cried out in alarm.
Bulma was panicking, her little fists clenched tight. "Lord Beerus, what do we do now?"
"Damn it!!"
Veins bulged across Beerus's forehead. "You're asking me? How would I know?"
If it were merely a clash of raw power, he firmly believed that even ten more Mechikkapulas would be no match for Gran.
But Mechikkapula had mastered the Eighth Tier Space-Time Rule. His speed was faster than that of any God of Destruction.
With power at the same level, speed was invincible. Gran was truly in danger!
"No, I'm going to help Gran!"
Champa was frantic. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to leap out of the Energy Barrier set up by the Angels.
"You fat pig, what are you doing?" Beerus quickly grabbed him.
"Of course I'm going to save my Candidate God of Destruction!" Champa roared as he turned back.
"Save him?"
Beerus was so angry that he laughed. "Your power hasn't even reached the Divine Realm Seventh Tier. How are you supposed to save Gran?"
The moment those words were spoken, the fury in Champa's eyes instantly dimmed.
Beerus was right. He was too weak. He had no way to take part in a battle at the Angel Realm level.
"Whis, what do we do now?"
Beerus was out of options as well. He turned to look at his Attendant Angel.
Whis had kept his gaze fixed below. He shook his head. "We Angels cannot intervene. Now, he can only rely on himself."