Yamcha's Carelessness

In the Eleventh Universe!

The Fallen Angel Asmodeus and Belial arrived at this moment. The Eleventh Universe's God of Destruction, Belmod already on the verge of death and was not on the same level as the Fallen Angel.

"You bunch of bastards!"

A figure swiftly attacked from the endless mist; it was Toppo God of Destruction Candidate.

Toppo channeled the power of God of Destruction, unleashing a violent and frenzied attack on Asmodeus.

"There's still one little bug!"

Asmodeus's gaze sharpened, and the power of his Ultra Instinct surged wildly, forming a whirlwind that enveloped Toppo!

"Aaaaah..."

Toppo's body fell onto the God of Destruction Realm, shattering like a mirror before turning into dust, disappearing without a trace, just like the previous Belmod.

The Eleventh Universe Angel, Marcarita, was clutching her injured arm; her staff was broken, and blue blood dripped down her arm.

"She's really weak. She's good-looking, but unfortunately, she's just a pretty face, all looks and no substance!"

Compared to Marcarita, Asmodeus was clean and tidy, leaving no trace, and completely crushed her.

Call out!

Just as Asmodeus was gathering the power of Ultra Instinct, preparing to completely eliminate Marcarita, Marcarita and the God of Destruction Belmod Spatial Transfer.

Asmodeus paused, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Spatial Transfer... this power belongs to Lord Michael."

Belial, holding a staff, received a message from the other four Fallen Angel: the Angel and the God of Destruction had all vanished.

"Leviathan and the others are the same; they've disappeared. Lord Michael must have used his Spatial Transfer to the Zeno's Palace!"

"Ah... Lord Michael is so gentle, just like before. Sigh, I really don't want to fight Lord Michael!"

Asmodeus looked wistful. Compared to Lucifer and Kronos, the six Fallen Angel ' awakening from their slumber was equivalent to taking a nap.

Belial looked around. The mist that permeated the entire Eleventh Universe seemed much thinner than before. He said calmly, "The Infinite Mist is much less than before. That's strange. With Lord Michael's power, why didn't he stop the Infinite Mist beforehand?"

Asmodeus shrugged and said, "Who knows? Lord Michael must have his own ideas. Lord Lucifer and Lord Kronos all have their own considerations. We have absolutely no right to guess what they are thinking. Lord Michael might have some scheme in mind."

Asmodeus and Belial flew out of the Neutral Space and headed towards the Universe 7.

On the way, Asmodeus suddenly spoke up, asking Belial, "Hey, Belial, tell me, who do you think will win in the end, Lord Lucifer or Lord Michael?"

"Lord Zeno- King will win!"

Belial's lazy and casual remark froze Asmodeus for a moment.

"Zeno..."

Asmodeus's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice trembled.

Asmodeus snapped out of his reverie, chuckled softly, and said, "Belial, why are you bringing up the Zeno- Zeno- King won't help Michael and the others anymore. He's remaining neutral. Clearly, the Zeno- King is fed up with humanity's stupidity. This time, I believe that even without the Zeno- King's help, we will definitely defeat Michael and the others and achieve final victory."

Belial did not answer. His lazy, indifferent eyes glanced at Asmodeus and then fell silent, as if he were talking to a brick wall. Their conversation was not going well, and his calm and detached demeanor made it seem as if he had seen through everything.

In Universe 7, Whis and Beerus, who were suppressing Laira and her group with all their might, suddenly disappeared, causing the nearly insane Laira to scream hysterically.

"Beerus, how is this possible? Where did Beerus go? You bastards, weren't you the ones with the upper hand? How did he run away? Why did he run away! Get back here! Aren't you the God of Destruction? Why are you acting like a coward?"

Laira's beautiful face was now covered in blood. She gently wiped it away and angrily lashed out in all directions with her hand.

"Here we go!"

Piccolo's eyes widened in surprise. He quickly went to Son Gohan's side and whispered, "Gohan, the Fallen Angel are yours to deal with."

"Yes, Uncle Piccolo, don't worry about leaving it to me!"

Compared to the others, Son Gohan's clothes weren't even dirty. His words were full of confidence, as if the Fallen Angel who could crush Whis, Vados, and Marcarita were nothing to him. His red eyes shone with a red light in the endless mist.

Number 18, Android 17, Vegeta, Broly, Broly, and Piccolo Son Gohan together. They did not use their full strength. Their goal was to eliminate the next Fallen Angel and create the illusion that they could barely suppress Laira, Zamasu, Zhai Kou, and Yamoshi, so that all the Fallen Angel would come.

On the Android 21, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Videl stood back to back, surrounded by skeleton soldiers.

"Yahoo..."

Boom...

In the distance, Yamcha let out an excited roar. Wherever his energy blasts and Energy Blast struck, a violent boom was heard, and large swathes of skeleton soldiers were shattered by Yamcha.

"This is awesome! It's even better than spending a night in the Flower Street of East City! Come on, let's see how amazing I, Grandpa Yamcha, am!"

Videl rubbed her forehead, wearing the same purple martial arts uniform as Son Wuling, along with a fishnet-like bodysuit. She looked at Yamcha, who had broken away from them and was now wreaking havoc on the skeleton soldiers, and felt a sense of helplessness.

"Uncle Yamcha, come back. Master has already said not to linger in battle."

Krillin said helplessly, "Yamcha has gotten too carried away with the fighting. But whatever, Videl, the skeleton soldiers aren't very strong anyway, let him cause trouble. Wuling is worrying too much about us; these soldiers aren't very powerful!"

Android 21 had not yet transformed into his Majin form. He gently adjusted his glasses, and his energy blasts continuously blasted outwards, making playful noises.

"They are indeed not very durable, but according to Kusu, these skeleton soldiers are all humans from the 13th to Universe 18. We can't kill them all, and they're all bones, so they're not tasty. In addition, the Infinite Mist is also interfering with us, so we'd better be careful."

Yamcha continuously released Energy Blast from his palms in all directions, which landed steadily on the ground. Looking at the skeleton soldiers around him, he looked smug.

"That's it, hahaha... What a bunch of grunts. Come on, hahaha... They're only slightly stronger than the grunts Frieza brought before."

Crash!

Suddenly, the ground cracked open, and the endless mist slowly thinned. A skeleton soldier emerged from the ground and, to Yamcha's incredulous gaze, grabbed him tightly with both hands and feet.

"W-what? This is bad..."

Yamcha saw the energy erupting from the densely packed skeleton soldiers around him. He had no time to react before a massive explosion occurred, with tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers self-destructing in unison. A mushroom cloud soared into the sky, engulfing Yamcha.