A chilling, deathly silence.
Their gazes were all focused on the giant beastman leader, whose chest had been pierced by a single blow and who was now beyond dead.
Then, slowly, with an indescribable terror, it moved upwards.
It was directed at the figure hovering in mid-air, arms crossed in front of him, with an indifferent expression.
Who is that guy?
When exactly was it?!
Unlike the unsuspecting invaders, the warriors of Frieza Force, after a brief moment of stunned silence and confusion, were the first to recognize that figure in the crowd.
A trembling cry of excitement and disbelief was like a boulder thrown into a still lake.
"Yes... yes!"
"It's the general!"
This shout instantly ignited the morale of Frieza Force, which had already plummeted to rock bottom!
"General! It's General Turles!"
The deafening cheers, like a volcanic eruption, instantly resounded throughout the sky.
Inside the central command center.
Berryblue at the clear figure on the screen, his brow trembling violently.
"I... I didn't see wrong, did I...?"
"Is that... a general?"
"Is it the general... back?"
"Could it be that the general has come back to life?!"
"Or... he wasn't dead to begin with..."
The coalition of hardened criminals was completely bewildered by the sudden, deafening cheers.
General?
What kind of bullshit general is that?
Even if he's some high-ranking member of Frieza Force, so what?
Could one person possibly reverse the entire course of the war?
"Playing tricks!"
An alien swordsman, unusually tall with four arms, each wielding a sword that shimmered with high-frequency energy, emerged from the chaotic crowd.
His Power Level detection value is as high as 150,000!
He's already one of the best among this rabble!
He pointed to Turles in mid-air, attempting to revive the morale of the allied forces.
"I've never heard of any general, stop bluffing!"
"He just killed some brainless idiot with a sneak attack, does he really think he's someone important!"
"Without Frieza, Frieza Force is utterly worthless!"
"Everyone, attack together!"
"Die!"
Before he could finish speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded!
His four arms transformed into a blurry whirlwind as he moved at high speed, and four high-frequency energy swords slashed out simultaneously from four extremely tricky angles!
Four incredibly sharp blades intertwined to form a net of death, completely sealing off all of Turles's escape routes!
He was determined to win this attack!
He could already imagine that the next second, this pretentious guy would be sliced into countless neat chunks of meat by his battle blade and fall from the sky.
The four sharp blades flashed past Turles' original location, crisscrossing each other, and shot straight into the sky without any hindrance.
But it passed straight through Turles ' body.
The four-armed swordsman froze in mid-air.
It didn't work out.
Where are they?
Just as his brain went blank.
Turles ' figure had already appeared in front of the invading coalition below.
He calmly surveyed the diverse and menacing-looking "allied forces" before him.
Every serious criminal who met his gaze felt their heart skip a beat.
An uncontrollable fear, stemming from their biological instincts, surged up their spines like a cold electric current, instantly reaching the top of their heads, causing every pore to stand on end uncontrollably.
It's like watching your own death countdown.
After a brief silence, someone finally couldn't bear the suffocating pressure and roared, their voice trembling with fear.
"Damn it!"
Don't be intimidated by him! No matter how strong he is, he's just one person!
"There are so many of us! Let's attack together and blast him into cosmic dust!"
They are hardened criminals who roam the universe and give even the Galactic Patrol a headache!
On their side, there are countless vicious and ruthless warriors!
Are you afraid he'll be alone?
Are you kidding me!
Kill him!
Let's show him what we're made of!
The brief fear was replaced by an even more ferocious killing intent.
In an instant, deafening roars rose and fell, and countless figures, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed madly toward the center from all directions.
Multicolored, high-energy Ki Wave shot out wildly, as if they were free.
"Boom--!!!!"
Countless beams of energy struck Turles' location with pinpoint accuracy at the same moment.
The deafening explosion instantly engulfed everything.
A mushroom cloud, enormous beyond description, rose into the air.
After a moment of deathly silence, a deafening celebration erupted.
"He's dead! That guy's dead!"
"Hahahaha! What kind of damn general! He was blasted to smithereens by us!"
" Frieza Force is nothing special!"
The hardened criminals danced and gesticulated wildly, indulging in their arrogance and joy, as if they could already see their future of dividing up the planet and plundering it wantonly.
"This is... utterly boring."
"Since we're all going to die, let's not cause any more destruction!"
The moment the sound rang out, everyone's laughter stopped abruptly, and their expressions froze.
A blurry black shadow, like a ghost flitting among sheep, instantly disappeared into the chaotic "alliance" composed of hardened criminals.
Until Turles reappeared before Frieza Force.
In the blink of an eye, the once boisterous and arrogant coalition of hardened criminals had silently fallen to the ground one after another...
The only one still standing was the alien swordsman whose four arms were trembling violently.
The four high-frequency energy battle blades in his hands clattered to the ground.
He looked at the "corpses" scattered on the ground, then at the figure in mid-air who was completely unharmed, with not even a wrinkle on the hem of his clothes.
His face, contorted with extreme fear, was filled with despair and utter collapse.
That's a lie...
Wasn't it said that without Frieza, Frieza Force was just a rabble?
Why is another general suddenly appearing?
The Heeters didn't say anything either!
Driven by the will to survive, the four-armed swordsman scrambled toward the spaceship.
Turles ignored him.
He deliberately left one alive so that he could spread the fear from here and deter the wicked!
Let them know that even without Frieza, Frieza Force is not something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can bully.
As Turles slowly descended to the ground, the Frieza Force's soldiers, who had been locked in fierce fighting and covered in wounds, spontaneously raised their heads, their eyes burning with fanaticism, and shouted in unison, "General!"
Turles glanced around at the horrific scene. "The fallen soldiers must be accounted for; the Legion will not forget them!"
The door in front of them suddenly opened, Berryblue led a group of high-ranking officials out quickly.
Kneel respectfully on one knee!
"Greetings, General!"