The Yelantean homeworld was shrouded in a chilling aura.
The dim light was blocked by heavy clouds, letting through only the faintest glow. After suffering an invasion by foreign enemies, the Yelanteans had not even had time to regroup before an even stronger foe arrived before them.
"Ah, they're Space Demons! Why are they here too?"
"Guardian warriors, stop them!"
"Oh no, the Scouters show they've already surpassed five million battle power... How can there be so many experts among the Space Demons?" Frantic roars rose and fell, and countless Yelanteans died in the Space Demons' slaughter.
When the guardian warriors could no longer protect them, the Yelanteans, whose individual strength was not great, could only become targets for slaughter.
Looking at their clansmen dying miserably one after another, the Yelantean elders' eyes filled with tears.
"Yelan God above, what grave mistake has our race committed to suffer such a calamity?!" The elder's face was full of grief and fury.
"Your mistake was coveting something that should not have belonged to you."
An elegant voice drifted over, and Frieza's short figure appeared before the Yelantean elder. With both hands behind his back, he bent slightly and said with refined courtesy, "Greetings, Elder. I am Frieza, a Space Demon."
"Frieza?"
The elder stared in astonishment at the little pure-white figure before him.
His expression changed drastically. "You're that Frieza who has thrown the South Galaxy into chaos these past few years? You came for that strange heart too?"
"Ohoho, so you've heard my name. That is truly my honor." Frieza spoke very politely, but his face suddenly turned cold, and his icy voice rang out. "Please hand over the item I want, Elder."
The Yelantean elder glared at Frieza and gnashed his teeth. "In your dreams!"
Frieza sighed and shook his