In the distance, the terrain had been completely transformed.
Recoome staggered to his feet, every tooth in his mouth knocked out. He looked utterly miserable.
This time, he was truly enraged.
"Very good, brats. Looks like I was too kind to you before!" As he spoke, he turned and shouted to the other two Ginyu Force members.
"Hey, Jeice, Burter, how about leaving these two brats to me as well?"
Jeice and Burter snorted before saying, "What a pain, but fine. Do whatever makes you happy. But when we get back, you have to treat us to chocolate!"
"I want chocolate ice cream!" Burter added.
"Sure, no problem!" Recoome grinned, rolling his neck. "Which one should I start with?"
Cold sweat appeared on Krillin's forehead as he assumed a defensive stance. But their power levels were nowhere near the same tier. No matter how desperately he fought, it would be useless.
There seemed to be only one fate awaiting him.
Elsewhere, a Namekian who had nearly reached this place suddenly turned back midway.
His name was Nail. He was the guard of Namek's Great Elder, as well as one of the rare combat-type Namekians. His strength was formidable, no weaker than the Ginyu Force's three main fighters.
If he had made it here, perhaps Krillin and the others could have held on until Goku arrived. But just moments ago, guided by the Namekians' unique intuition, he sensed that the Great Elder was about to face danger, so he turned back.
"Earthlings, forgive me. The Great Elder concerns the survival of all Namek. I hope you can understand!"
Comforting himself like that, he sped up.
In Namek's atmosphere, the piercing alarm finally stopped, and the spaceship steadied.
"The spaceship has been repaired. Continuing descent toward Namek. Estimated arrival in ten minutes!"