Fusion Rate 99%

The Demon Realm Dragon's mountain-sized head slowly lowered.

As it bowed its head, the heat wave it stirred up sent the surrounding rubble rolling across the ground.

"Then, respected Dragon God, I shall take my leave first."

His words were filled with the utmost respect.

As soon as he finished speaking, the enormous dragon body began to disintegrate, turning into countless dancing motes of light.

The three Demon Realm Dragon Balls enshrined on the pedestal lost their luster at the same time. The dragon patterns on their surfaces dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, they reverted into three ordinary stones.

With three sharp whistles through the air, the stones shot up from the ground and flew off in different directions across the Demon Realm, vanishing instantly.

"Drag... Dragon God..."

Elder Neba's eyes rolled back. A short, strange croak came from his throat, and his shriveled body toppled stiffly backward.

"Elder Neba!"

Little Kami Dende jumped in fright and hurriedly crawled over on all fours. He pressed both hands against the old man's chest, desperately pouring emerald healing light into him.

"It's fine, it's fine. He just passed out from excessive excitement and old age."

Dende wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

Bulma patted her chest as she poked her head out from behind the broken pillar.

She stared at Piccolo, who hovered in midair and radiated an orange glow, as though he were a monster.

"Hey, Krillin. Did I hear that right?"

"What did that ridiculously huge divine dragon call Piccolo just now? Dragon God?"

"Did this guy really become some incredible deity or something?"

"Probably." Krillin stared at Piccolo's combat form, feeling absolutely delighted.

Goku circled around Piccolo, his eyes wide and round.

He cautiously reached out, wanting to touch the