Thor, who had been at an absolute disadvantage, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
The Celestials.
This universe's Watcher.
Earth's superheroes.
Asgard's divine warriors.
The three advanced civilizations.
Although their combined fighting strength fell short of the powerhouses from the parallel universes,
they had the home-ground advantage and could at least put up a fight.
The two factions of parallel powerhouses, one blocking the heart's exit and the other clinging to its surface, exchanged bewildered looks.
The situation had reversed too quickly for them to react.
They came from different parallel universes, but none had ever seen anyone win the support of virtually every supreme powerhouse and advanced civilization, bringing them together regardless of life or death.
If another melee erupted, they had no idea how many of them would make it back to their own universes.
Some of the weaker and middling powerhouses even began to consider retreating.
A Watcher from a parallel universe broadcast, "We Watchers have been waiting for this chance at transcendence for ten billion years."
"Today, that chance has arrived. If we miss it, all of us will eventually become cosmic dust, vanishing into the river of time."
"Transcend or die!"
With that, he suddenly reached across the distance to seize Apocalypse on Arishem's shoulder.
Boom...
Arishem raised his enormous hand to block. At the point where their attacks collided, a burst of starlight suddenly flared, bathing the surrounding star field in blinding white.
That strike was the signal!
Everyone exploded into action.
Divine power, magic, and weapons blazed in an instant as they attacked their respective targets.
The motherships of the three advanced civilizations fired all their cannons, filling the star field with streaks of laser fire.
Yet despite looking the most formidable, they were actually the most vulnerable.
Once any parallel powerhouse breached