Gate of the Demon Realm Opens, Tenfold Cell

Kami's Lookout.

Chen Mo stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at the dense army below.

King Cold's three thousand special troops stood in neat formation, their searchlights stretching their shadows long.

These were elites selected from two million soldiers. Each had a power level of over fifty thousand and was equipped with the most advanced energy-suppression devices and illusion generators.

Android 18 walked over, holding a wrist guard.

"Raise your arms."

Chen Mo turned around and extended both arms.

Android 18 said nothing as she silently fastened the wrist guard onto him.

Bulma had made it overnight. It contained a miniature spatial-coordinate transmitter that could forcibly trigger Instant Transmission at a critical moment.

Android 18 turned and walked away.

Chen Mo watched her leave and smiled.

"Chen Mo!"

King Cold's voice came from behind.

Chen Mo turned around. King Cold was walking over with the Chief of Staff.

"The army is fully assembled and ready to depart at any time." King Cold's left arm was still wrapped in bandages, but his aura was even sharper than before. "However, I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"The original plan was to wait for it on Earth, then send it to the moon." King Cold stared at Chen Mo. "Now we've changed it to launching a direct attack on the Demon Realm. What if it isn't on the throne and instead comes straight to Earth while we're gone?"

Chen Mo took out a black bead.

"Because of this."

The bead's surface was covered in fine cracks, and faint streams of crimson light could be seen moving within it.

King Cold stared at the bead, his breath catching.

"A fragment of the Heart of the Demon Realm?!"

"That's right." Chen Mo put the bead away. "Cell devoured Dabura's remaining forces, but