When Heisenberg gave up probing and formally moved against Doomsday.
Doomsday's fate had already been decided.
The chained double blades in Heisenberg's hands—the twin swords he called the Chaos Blades—struck every part of Doomsday like a giant windmill.
Just as Diana looked at Heisenberg with admiration, the Heisenberg she called a sun directly chopped Doomsday into no fewer than a hundred thousand pieces!
In that brief instant, Heisenberg could see Doomsday's fingers sliced into segments. He could even see Doomsday's nearly nonexistent cerebral cortex.
He could see Doomsday's three hearts, so different from those of a Kryptonian, and every single one of Doomsday's blood vessels!
In less than three seconds, Doomsday, which had yet to develop immunity to divine metal, had completely lost its ability to move.
It had shattered. Truly shattered.
It was only a little short of being reduced to Doomsday scraps.
Yet even so, Doomsday, hacked into hundreds of thousands of pieces, was still trying to recover.
Its broken flesh actually retained the instinct to draw closer together.
Especially Doomsday's heart, which had been pulverized beyond recognition. Even every fragment of its cardiac muscle had sprouted strands of flesh that tugged at one another, trying to use them to reconnect with the other pieces.
Seeing this, Heisenberg frowned. Doomsday's vitality far surpassed what he remembered.
This thing really did grow stronger every time it died!
So Heisenberg suddenly exhaled a blast of freezing air, freezing Doomsday's blood and chunks of flesh, whose radiation extended over fifteen meters, all at once.
If Doomsday had still been intact, ordinary freezing naturally would not have solved anything.
But it had already been chopped into this state. Its flesh strands did not have the power to break through a single breath of Heisenberg's frost!
In an instant, winter frost turned Doomsday's