Goku did not answer.
He began to quickly analyze the situation in front of him.
Goku Black's trump card has been completely revealed.
The soul of King of Gods provides the creation and regeneration of Laws, and the body of Saiyan provides the terrifying talent of soaring near death.
The two combine with each other to create a monster that gets stronger with each fight and cannot be killed.
Coupled with the air sickle with space attributes, conventional power output is already difficult to work.
If you continue to fight head-on, you will only become more passive and eventually be eaten alive by your opponent.
Goku's breathing slowly calmed down.
He loosened his clenched fists and completely relaxed his tense muscles.
Goku's eyes changed.
The fighting spirit has not subsided, but the pure desire to attack has been suppressed, like a burning sword slowly being sheathed.
He began to restrain the Aura around him, and the bright Silver Form light dimmed little by little.
The tail behind her body hangs down naturally, and the Silver Form luster of her hair loses its sharpness and becomes softer.
Goku Black's brows really wrinkled for the first time, and his air sickle hovered in the air. "What are you doing?"
In those silver-grey eyes that were accustomed to looking down at everything, there was a trace of confusion that even he himself was not aware of.
He initially suspected that this was some kind of trick to lure the enemy, but when he glanced over with his mental perception, he found that the opponent had indeed lost any energy fluctuations.
Even the most basic physical defenses were completely removed.
This move was like a piece of meat placed on the chopping board, taking the initiative to submit itself to the butcher's knife.
Goku Black's mouth curved in a sarcastic arc, his head tilted, and his tone was filled with condescending pity.
"Give up? That's fine. This is the attitude that mortals should have when facing gods. You finally chose to kneel down and accept your fate."
Goku remains silent.
He just closed his eyes calmly.
In mid-air, the Silver Form-colored figure was floating quietly, with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was asleep.
Goku Black waited for a moment.
The smile on his face gradually froze, the emerald light spots in his pupils began to rotate faster, and a crack appeared in the elegant and calm camouflage mask.
He felt completely ignored.
This feeling of being ignored by mortals made him feel more angry and humiliated than being hit head-on.
Goku Black's voice was very low, with a cold smile, and his right hand holding the sickle was raised high.
"Okay. Since you are so eager to seek death, let me give you one last ride."
"Use your own body to end your own existence with your own hands. What a perfect closed loop."
The air sickle expanded rapidly in his hand, and the dark red Qi Blade instantly expanded into a huge light curtain.
The space emitted a harsh scream around the blade, and purple-black cracks spread crazily outward from the edge of the sickle blade.
Even the purple-red sky was severely deformed by this terrifying force.
He raised his air sickle with both hands, moved from top to bottom, and chopped with all his strength.
The power of this knife is far more than just cutting Goku.
It arbitrarily cut through the air under Goku's feet, chopped up the solid space barrier, and even seemed to split the entire sky into two.
A wide purple-black crack penetrated from the sky. The moment the air sickle hit Goku hard, the violent impact blasted his body directly into the ground.
Boom!
The entire abandoned planet trembled violently.
The earth's crust was ruthlessly torn apart, and cracks spread crazily in all directions from the impact point, like a huge spider web covering the vast plains.
What followed was deeper destruction. Goku's body penetrated the surface layer one after another and penetrated the thick rock layer.
Carrying the remaining dark red light, it fell straight into the depths of the earth.
The majestic mountains in the distance collapsed and fractured in violent tremors,
Huge rock blocks peeled off from the mountain, one after another smashing into increasingly wider cracks in the ground.
The earth is like a piece of paper that has been violently torn apart, making a tooth-aching cracking sound.
Countless criss-crossing cracks emerged from the ground, and hot white gas spurted out along with the hot magma, illuminating the sky in a fiery red.
The ground under Piccolo's feet was violently bumpy and undulating. He slammed the end of Staff under his feet, and a circle of orange-gold ripples spread instantly, stabilizing the surrounding rocks.
He looked up at the bottomless terrifying rift in the center of the battlefield, and the white cloak on his body was rustled by the violent air waves.
There was a rare hint of urgency in Piccolo's tone, and the golden light in his eyes suddenly brightened. "Goku was beaten down, I'm going to pull him up."
Just as he was about to take a step, an arm stretched out and blocked his chest.
The person who took action was none other than Krillin.
Krillin said in a steady voice, "Don't move."
Piccolo turned around and glared at him, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
"Are you kidding? He had put away all his defenses just now, and the damage from that knife was real."
Krillin nodded slightly. "I know."
Piccolo frowned. "Then you are still stopping me?"
Krillin did not look at Piccolo. His sight seemed to penetrate the fragmented ground beneath his feet and see directly into the depths beneath the thick rocks.
Lin asked softly, "Can't you feel it?"
Piccolo was slightly startled, suppressed his anxiety, fully expanded his mental perception again, and explored the depths of the ground.
Perception penetrated the broken rock formations, passed through the collapsed crust, and finally locked the target.
Goku's Qi is indeed constantly weakening, but this is by no means a dissipation and decay caused by the loss of vitality.
The feeling is very strange, like a burning flame that has not been extinguished by external forces.
Instead, it actively shrank into a tiny particle of fire, condensing all the energy to its extreme state.
Although the breath is so weak that it is difficult to detect, the temperature and density inside are rising crazily.
Piccolo murmured in a low voice, "This feeling. He seems to be letting go of some restraint."
Krillin slowly retracted his arms and sat cross-legged on the raised rock again, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Yes. He is gathering strength."
"Goku, this guy, although he usually seems to only know how to eat and fight, but at this critical moment of life and death, his martial arts understanding is so unreasonable."
"Let him be alone. What he needs most now is absolute silence."
Piccolo was silent for a moment, and finally retracted his step. "If his anger completely disappears, I will rush down immediately."
Krillin shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Whatever you want. His anger is impossible to disappear anyway."
Underground Abyss.
Endless darkness, huge oppression, and suffocating heat.
Goku's body was deeply embedded in the hard rock formation, surrounded by scorched black holes that were smashed by the huge impact.
The orange-red lava flows slowly in the cracks of the cracked rock, emitting a pungent Sulfur smell.
His back, arms, and legs were covered with hideous wounds left by the air sickle.
The dark red Destruction Energy is still attached to the edge of the wound, forcibly hindering the self-healing of cells.
The left shoulder joint has been severely misaligned, and the tibia of the right leg is also covered with fine cracks.
Severe pain washed over the nerves like a tide.
But Goku lay quietly among the ruins, facing up, silently feeling the temperature of the broken planet coming from his back.
Although it was hot, it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
It felt like being gently held up by a broad and huge hand.
His breathing became unusually light.
The heartbeat also slowed down to an extreme.
My mind was empty.
No longer think about how to defeat powerful enemies, no longer obsessed with breaking through limits and becoming stronger.
Those complicated thoughts seemed to be completely blown away by an invisible breeze.
Even the Saiyan warlike instinct and boiling blood engraved in his bones were completely calm at this moment.