Death Comes

However, even now, without a physical body, it was impossible to stop him relying solely on the divine body.

"Slash!"

Jian Wushuang once again exerted all his strength, changing direction and charging towards Broly's divine body.

The towering divine body was not bound by the constraints of time.

Broly also understood that without the support of a physical body, he was currently very fragile and needed to break the restrictions of this place as soon as possible.

Although only the divine body remained, the power of each punch still possessed the supreme-peak strength. With each punch, the void continued to shatter.

In front of Broly, the frozen void seemed like a series of mirrors.

Jian Wushuang's eye sockets contracted. At this rate, he couldn't attack Broly at all. Moreover, the strength consumed by this sword move was too great, and he couldn't afford to drag on with his opponent.