Regaining Vitality

Aki retracted the grand aura into her body, and the ancient Hydrangea Tree phantom constructed from purple light behind her also vanished.

The oppressive feeling in the temple hall that made breathing difficult finally disappeared without a trace.

Krillin held Aki's soft hand, still warm with body heat, and let out a long sigh of relief.

As long as his wife was alive and well, everything else could be dealt with.

Bulma pushed up her Tactical Goggles and muttered something about "the physical miracle of Energy Materialization Conversion" as she looked at the data flickering on the instrument screen.

With the oppressive aura gone, Piccolo, who had been kneeling on the ground, gasped for air.

His green face was covered in sweat the size of soybeans, dripping from his chin onto the floor tiles.

Piccolo pushed himself up with his hands, trying to lift his knees off the ground.

After standing up, he immediately turned around and pulled Dende, who was beside him, to his feet.

The young Kami, Dende, was in a much worse state.

He didn't even have the strength to stand steadily and could only lean on Piccolo's arm, gasping for air.

"Are you okay, Dende?" Piccolo asked, looking down.

Dende shook his head, his fair face still showing the lingering effects of terror.

"I'm fine, Mr. Piccolo. That feeling just now... it was too scary."

Goku walked forward, patted Piccolo on the shoulder, and grinned carelessly.

"Piccolo, it's rare to see you lying on the ground like that. Even I thought you were going to be squashed."

Neba remained in a kneeling posture, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles.

This old man had experienced too much despair and waiting, and his emotions had reached their peak.

He pushed himself up with his hands,