It was in the moment when the superior entity in the lead crashed into Joshua that it learned the meaning of pain—its gravity shied that could withstand the main cannon bombardment of a battleship was swiftly torn while a giant wound creased in the shape of a vortex appeared over its five-kilometer-long body. It was instantly sent flying in circles from the recoil before being shredded to pieces by the centrifugal force.
The entire process took place in an instant, and in the very next moment, endless minced flesh squirmed like tumors as if intending to be reborn, only to be enshrouded by the searing trail of heat by the golden drill that was advancing in the three thousandth of one lightspeed. It remained heated over a few dozen thousand degrees after cooling, incinerating the flesh of these minions and vaporizing them, turning them into the nothingness.
