In the end, Doomsday chose to turn a blind eye and continued searching for a new place to destroy.
The three commands Yongye had previously issued through the anti-life equation remained firmly in effect. By Doomsday's assessment, Yongye was not a target he could efficiently destroy.
Yongye stood where he was, watching Doomsday turn and stride onward. The smile at the corner of his mouth shifted from composure to blatant mockery.
He raised both hands.
His right hand was in front, his left behind, palms facing each other and fingertips pointing upward. An intensely dazzling ball of blue-white light gathered between his palms.
At first, the ball was only the size of a fist. A second later, it swelled rapidly, like an ignited miniature star erupting between his hands.
Its edges spun at high speed, while countless blue-white patterns churned inside it, scorching the surrounding air until it warped. Even the crushed, charred earth beneath his feet began to smoke.
Spirit Bomb.
The global livestream chat erupted again.
"Holy shit! A Spirit Bomb! He's using the Spirit Bomb from Dragon Ball again!"
"But nobody around the world raised their hands this time! Last time he fought Dormammu, he had everyone on Earth raise their hands!"
"Wait, I think he's saying something!"
Yongye lifted his head, his gaze piercing the gray sky above the ruins. His voice was steady and resonant, carrying clearly to every livestream terminal around the world.
"People of Fusang."
"If you want to live, raise your hands."
"Contribute your energy. Help me, and help yourselves."
The instant those words fell, countless hands rose across Fusang, from Noda to Iguchi.
The elderly huddled in shelters, the young people crouching at the edges of the ruins, the mothers holding their children inside makeshift tents, the supervillains guarding their last