Mental Healing

Frieza struggled to raise his head.

Though his physical injuries had healed in an instant, the horrific torment inflicted upon his mind lingered like a bone-deep disease.

He did not even know how he had endured it.

Back on Earth.

The instant Sun Wuxiu's kick landed.

His entire body had suffered an unparalleled impact.

That kind of power was simply beyond description.

He had nearly died on the spot.

What followed was prolonged, despairing torture.

He had been trapped inside an indestructible barrier, flying at a terrifying speed beyond the speed of light.

His body ricocheted back and forth through the confined space, slamming into the barrier's inner walls.

Every collision had been accompanied by shattering bones.

Just when the remaining force of the rebounds had gradually faded.

And his body's speed had finally matched that of the barrier.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking he could catch his breath for a moment.

A heaven-shaking boom erupted.

He smashed head-on into an uninhabited planet.

Immediately afterward.

That planet had been unable to withstand the collision.

It exploded violently in space.

The terrifying blast wave swept outward.

And because of the impact he had just suffered, his body continued bouncing back and forth inside the barrier.

That tearing pain assailed him once more.

Again and again.

Endless collisions and pulverization.

Because the Rooster Talisman had immobilized him, he could only watch helplessly as his body collapsed.

Until he was finally smashed into that mud-like state.

Neither human nor ghost.

To be honest.

Frieza now seriously doubted.

Without the mental tempering he had undergone during the more than ten years he had spent dead in Heaven.

Whether he could have endured such inhuman torture for an entire day.

That feeling of being dead, yet not completely dead.

It was