Chapter 1087: Piccolo's Death
The floating airship, which had cost over a billion Sony, turned into an expanding orange-red fireball in half a second.
The shockwave shattered the clouds within a radius of more than ten kilometers.
Then, a green figure fell from the center of the fireball.
It finally slammed into the Gobi Desert, blasting out a meteor crater over a hundred meters wide.
Tons of sand and rock were hurled into the air, then came crashing down like a shower of blows.
At the center of the crater, Demon King Piccolo lay amid spiderweb-cracked rock.
He looked utterly miserable.
The aftershock from that punch had punched straight through his chest, leaving behind a bloody hole the size of a washbasin.
Broken ribs and dark red internal organs still writhing madly were visible inside.
Any Earthling would have been completely dead from such injuries.
But Demon King Piccolo was not dead, because this level of physical damage was not fatal to a Namekian like him.
The real problem was that person who had appeared out of nowhere.
The instant he sensed danger, he had already dodged with all his strength, yet he had still ended up like this?
When had such a monster appeared on Earth?
After that old bastard Mutaito died, shouldn't this planet have been filled with nothing but trash who could not even control their qi properly?
Much less a monster like this—
Demon King Piccolo braced both hands against the ground and rose from the rubble.
He looked down at the gaping hole in his chest and let out a low, cold snort.
Then, every muscle in his body began to convulse violently.
The ruptured blood vessels tangled and connected like living worms, while jagged white bone rapidly grew and fused back together.
Fresh clumps