Clearing the Area

Hearing himself being so belittled by this group of unknown fools, Goma's pale face flushed crimson, and the veins on his forehead throbbed wildly.

He was, after all, a regional overlord in the First Demon Realm, long accustomed to throwing his weight around. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"You bastards! Shoot these idiots who don't know their place full of holes! No—blast them into mincemeat!"

Goma flew into a rage, issuing the order for a full-scale attack in his duck-like voice.

The moment the order went out, the demon army below erupted like a hornet's nest that had been smashed open.

The heavily armored infantry raised shoulder-mounted magic cannons, their muzzles glowing with blinding purple light;

Tens of thousands of archers drew their bows and nocked their arrows, their arrowheads coated in lethal demonic poison that killed at the sight of blood;

The wyvern knights in the sky also drew their lances, ready to dive.

"Fire!"

With the adjutant's hoarse roar, countless shells compressed with high-purity Demonic Energy and arrows imbued with corrosive effects rose densely into the sky.

Interwoven light and shadows trailed brilliant yet deadly streaks, forming an inescapable net that blotted out the sky as it poured down upon the people in midair.

Krillin turned and patted Gohan on the shoulder.

"Go on, Gohan. Go down there and stretch your legs a little."

"You didn't get a chance to show off in that fight against Buu. This is perfect for warming up on these small fry."

The overwhelming barrage of magic shells dragged purple-red flames behind them, completely sealing off every possible avenue of evasion in midair.

Each shell contained highly compressed, violent, corrosive Demonic Energy. The heat it radiated alone warped the surrounding air in rippling layers.

The hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers