Lansa Makes His Move

The Warp Master's digestion and excretion process wasn't exactly elegant.

As soon as Shin and Jebbit sent them off, they immediately returned.

When the nauseating sense of weightlessness finally disappeared, the ten-person squad's feet finally touched solid ground.

Their vision suddenly opened up, but that was all.

Looking up, the sky was a pale purple, with two suns suspended in it.

The light diffused throughout the turbid clouds, casting the entire world in a dim, oppressive gloom. Purple-gray flocculent matter floated in the air, and every breath assaulted their noses.

The air smelled like a mixture of highly concentrated hydrogen sulfide and spoiled rotten eggs, with an added stench from the fermentation of large reptile carcasses.

It was stinking to high heaven!

Gravity struck the moment they landed, five times the standard gravity of Earth.

This was a fatal number for ordinary human physiques accustomed to the comfortable life on Earth.

Dende's frail body bore the brunt of it. His legs buckled, and his knees slammed into the barren ground. His chest was compressed by the surrounding air, making it impossible to breathe.

Bulma, next to him, was slightly better off. The motors built into her tactical vest whirred frantically, alleviating some of the pressure.

But even with technological assistance, the five-fold load on her internal organs left her forehead beaded with cold sweat. She could only gasp for air.

Seeing this, Krillin directly channeled the God power of the third stage of Martial Dao True God within him, unfolding a transparent force field invisible to the naked eye.

The gravity within the force field was forcibly restored to Earth's standard parameters.

Not only that, but it also completely filtered out the poisonous miasma and the pungent smell of sulfur.

They finally caught their breath.

Dende greedily inhaled, lying on