"Then I'm very grateful to Kasso," the Grand Elder said, his voice full of gratitude.
The Namekians revered nature and rarely used the Dragon Balls.
For example, during the great climate change long ago, they hadn't used the Dragon Balls to turn things around. The Grand Elder could never bring himself to use them to regain his youth.
Still, he didn't object to things like Spirit Fruits.
There were only a few hundred Namekians now, and the environment on Namek still hadn't recovered to what it had once been.
The Grand Elder wanted to see the Namekians flourish.
After accepting the Spirit Fruits, the Grand Elder ate several of them on the spot.
His mental state changed in an instant.
Even if they couldn't extend his lifespan by much, he now felt confident about leading Piccolo's assimilation.
"Piccolo, let's get started!" the Grand Elder said with a smile.
Piccolo nodded, then went over to Slug and kicked him hard a few times, leaving everyone completely speechless. Was he ever going to stop?
Piccolo walked up to the Grand Elder, feeling a little nervous.
Everyone held their breath.
The Grand Elder raised his withered, wrinkled hands, and green magic enveloped Piccolo and Slug.
Piccolo felt as though he was beginning to melt, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, he felt warm all over.
"Get ready!"
The Grand Elder's magic surged rapidly, and Piccolo and Slug blurred in an instant.
Even Goku didn't dare speak, afraid he might disturb the Grand Elder.
Whoosh!
A whirlwind appeared around them. As the Grand Elder continued casting his spell, it grew larger, and the gusting blades of wind made Krillin and Piccolo struggle to keep their footing.
Kasso formed an energy barrier around them, allowing Krillin and the others to stand firm.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The green