We Were Never Fighting One-on-One

We Were Never Fighting One-on-Vane

Toppo stared in the direction of Jiren.

Seeing that his Destruction Energy had not caused trouble for Jiren, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then.

His cold eyes slowly turned, locking tightly onto Sun Wuxiu's side.

At this moment, Sun Wuxiu was standing in the center of the battlefield as if taking a stroll in a courtyard.

To his left and right were the grim-faced Android 17 and Android 18.

These two Infinite Energy Androids.

At this moment, they were waving their hands continuously, blindly firing dense energy blasts toward the surroundings as violent explosions rose one after another.

Unlucky souls from other universes were constantly, amidst their indiscriminate bombardment, screaming and being directly eliminated.

Behind Sun Wuxiu was Son Gohan, who was like a shadow.

Whenever an enemy was injured, Gohan would vanish instantly, eliminating the opponent with thunderous momentum before returning like a phantom.

The entire process was smooth as flowing water, resembling a precise killing machine, basically returning to Sun Wuxiu's side in no more than two seconds.

However.

For Toppo.

These were not the most troublesome things.

His gaze finally landed on Piccolo.

This freak with an entire body of orange color and extremely exaggerated muscles was the biggest obstacle in Toppo's eyes.

Piccolo's defense was simply too high.

His own strength was also extremely formidable.

Just a moment ago, he had actually abruptly and forcibly thrown his own Destruction Energy right at Jiren.

He almost ended up sabotaging his own teammate.

Toppo stared fixedly at Piccolo, letting out a deep voice from his throat.

"It seems that if I don't get rid of you first."

"I won't be able to do anything else."

Hearing Toppo's sentence filled with murderous intent.

Piccolo's mouth hooked upward slightly, curving into an enigmatic