One million trillion power.
This was not a simple increase in numbers.
It represented the ultimate limit of the power system known as Magnetic Field Rotation.
The instant this power appeared, the surrounding laws of physics completely collapsed.
Dark crimson magnetic patterns spread through the vacuum, tightly constricting the space within hundreds of thousands of kilometers.
The wreckage of warships floating in the distance did not even have time to be swept into the Storm before being crushed by the magnetic field into their most basic particles.
Frieza hovered in midair.
He could not even move a single finger.
The fist wrapped in a dark crimson Storm grew larger and larger in his vision.
Even his proudly held power level of 120 million Combat could not offer him the slightest sense of security at this moment.
He did not want to die.
He was the Emperor of the Universe.
He had once lit Planet Vegeta like a firework.
He had once sat in a hovering chair, holding a goblet as he sampled crimson fruit wine.
He had been born to rule.
Those lowly lifeforms deserved only to wail beneath his feet and provide him with the pleasure of slaughter.
But why was he facing something like this now?!
His pride.
His dignity.
Both were crushed to pieces at this moment.
It was over.
Frieza closed his eyes and waited for total Destruction.
But at that very instant, a Purple afterimage abruptly sliced into this completely sealed space.
Then, a lean fist adorned with a golden armlet shot out from the side and smashed head-on into the dark crimson Storm.
The next moment, the two fists collided.
Red and purple light intertwined at the point of impact, instantly forming an absolute vacuum zone.
Before Frieza could even see who the Purple