"No-!!!" that Zamasu shouted instinctively.
He immediately scrambled backward.
His entire body turned ice-cold, his hair standing on end as he sensed something horrifying descend upon him.
A moment later, his body began to dissolve. In the blink of an eye, he became a wisp of purplish-black sand that scattered on the wind.
The surrounding Zamasus' pupils trembled violently, fear spreading across their faces.
"How... how is that possible? That's a God of Destruction's technique! Why do you know a technique like that? Tell me, why do you know that move?"
One Zamasu demanded breathlessly, his chest heaving.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand how a mere mortal could wield a God of Destruction's technique.
A technique imbued with destruction energy was lethal to him.
It was the bane of his immortality.
Once destroyed by such a technique, he would truly cease to exist, never to revive again.
Vegito answered with a vicious attack.
Like a tiger among sheep, Vegito tore through the Zamasus, obliterating them one after another with destruction energy.
But attacking at such a relentless pace undoubtedly took an enormous toll.
Moreover, Vegito hadn't fully mastered destruction energy at all. He had only learned the bare basics.
In just half a minute, Vegito's energy was almost completely drained.
"Hah... hah..." Vegito breathed hard and swallowed, feeling his body reach its limit.
Yet countless Fused Zamasus remained before him. Wiping them all out seemed hopelessly far off.
This is bad! Vegito thought.
My only option now is probably to get out of here. Without hesitation, Vegito pressed his index and middle fingers to his forehead, searching for Trunks's Ki as he tried to escape with Instant Transmission.
A moment later, his expression changed drastically.
He couldn't sense the Ki of Trunks or the others.