Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Half a year passed quietly just like that.
Over those six months, many changes took place throughout the Universe.
Especially in the North Galaxy. With King Cold's death, the New Cold Army was left leaderless, while the Frieza Army fractured due to the lack of a commander. In a short time, those enormous forces splintered into countless organizations of varying sizes scattered across the North Galaxy.
Quite a few powerful fighters even broke free of their former command and headed to other Milky Ways in search of new opportunities.
The situation had changed drastically, yet Frieza still had not appeared in public. This caused even those commanders who had once been utterly loyal to Frieza to begin harboring ulterior motives.
Dodoria and Zarbon, the Ginyu Force, and the squad captains stationed across various star systems.
These people had once stood above all but one, wielding immense power. Now, another half year had passed with no news of Frieza, and they had begun to gather their courage.
Put another way, if they waited any longer, there would not even be scraps left for them.
Most of the elite captains who had carved out their own territories early on rejoiced that they had acted from the start.
In short, the era of great unification had passed. With Cooler and King Cold dead, and Frieza vanishing without a trace, everyone believed that even if Frieza was still alive, he would not dare show himself again.
The situation in the Mortal Realm Universe had changed dramatically.
But this change was not a bad thing. For the Kais, it was actually excellent news, because no matter how wildly those with Battle Power above ten thousand or even one hundred thousand acted, they could never compare to