Whooom!
A deep, heavy rush of wind crushed through the air.
The enormous Super Spirit Bomb slowly descended from the sky, trailing a sea of pearly white light.
With the terrifying force to crush everything in its path, it bore down on Fused Zamasu below.
Across the entire sealed space of the Prison Planet, the sight was utterly breathtaking.
This Spirit Bomb, formed from the energy of living beings throughout the universe, was immense beyond measure.
From afar, it looked like a real miniature white planet, smashing through layer after layer of atmospheric currents as it thundered toward the Prison Planet, a structure pieced together from seven chained planets.
At the center of the battlefield, black-purple flames of energy churned around Fused Zamasu.
He stood rigidly in place, locked in a violent inner struggle.
Two utterly opposing impulses clashed wildly within him.
One half of his instincts screamed warnings of death, urging him to teleport away immediately.
To get far away from this white Energy Blast that could annihilate everything.
But the other half, born of a god's arrogance and conceit, held him firmly in place.
He possessed an immortal, indestructible body and had never been defeated since his creation.
In his eyes, energy gathered by mortals could not harm a god in the slightest.
Running would be the ultimate humiliation of his dignity. Only facing it head-on could prove his supremacy.
Yet Fused Zamasu had no idea that escape was impossible.
The Spirit Bomb's defining trait was its absolute lock on its target.
Once it locked onto an enemy, it would pursue them regardless of their speed or where they fled, with no possibility of breaking free.
Run?
He never had a chance.
Within moments, the sky-blotting Super Spirit Bomb broke through every obstacle and hovered directly over Fused