South Galaxy, abandoned star belt.
The Turles finally arrived at the star system blocked by the Android 17 18.
He rushed over in a great hurry, his sharp aura released without any concealment, instantly enveloping this desolate star field.
But all he found was coldness and emptiness.
The meteorite floated silently, while the lifeless planet watched this uninvited guest in quiet contemplation.
The faint light representing Hoi went out without warning, just one second before all the fleets were about to converge.
"General, the target signal has been completely lost."
Android 17's voice broke the silence.
"It's always been like this; it's like he can predict our every move and always manages to slip away before we can form an encirclement."
Turles didn't speak; he just stared at the empty star map, his brows slowly furrowing.
Meanwhile, on Earth.
Kami's Lookout.
Tapion leaned against the huge white marble pillar at the entrance of the Lookout and sat on the ground.
He gripped the Hero's Flute, which emitted a faint golden light, tightly in one hand. The warm energy emanating from the flute was continuously nourishing his battered soul and suppressing the restless evil within him.
In the plaza not far away, two golden streaks of light were colliding violently.
"Ha!"
"Drink it!"
Trunks and Son Goten, their bodies enveloped in dazzling golden flames, engaged in intense sparring.
The sonic booms from the clash of fists and feet were deafening.
Tapion looked at the two small figures sweating profusely, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.
Hopefully, Mr. Turles can successfully deal with Hoi and Hirudegarn!
Tapion's smile suddenly froze.
His whole body trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant!
Ignoring everything else, with trembling hands, he almost instinctively grabbed the Hero's Flute that was placed to the side.
His pale lips trembled as he pressed them against the mouthpiece of the flute, and he began to play with all his might.
Ugh--
Intermittent flute music rose and fell, its ancient and sacred melody echoing across the square of the Kami's Lookout.
The Hero's Flute, blessed with ancient secret techniques, emits a soft and warm golden glow.
The halo flowed from Tapion's fingertips, trickling into his body like a gentle stream.
The black mist that had been raging wildly deep within his soul, attempting to break free of its seal, was soothed by this divine power and reluctantly and slowly returned to its dormant state.
The excruciating pain finally subsided slightly.
"Ha ha..."
Tapion was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
"Big brother!"
"What's wrong with you?!"
Trunks and Son Goten, who were engaged in intense training in the plaza, immediately noticed the unusual situation.
The two stopped simultaneously, dissipating the violent golden aura around them, and quickly ran to Tapion's side, their faces full of concern.
"Mr. Hero? What's wrong?"
Inside the Lookout, the Kami and Mr. Popo also sensed the fleeting, chaotic evil aura and quickly stepped out, their brows furrowed.
"Is it the Phantom Majin who are behind this?"
Tapion put down the Hero's Flute, and it took him a long time to recover from the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart.
His face was extremely solemn.
I don't know why...
Hirudegarn... has become more irritable than ever before...
"It's like... it's like!" Tapion's eyes flashed with barely concealed terror, his voice trembling slightly, "It's like something is drawing him in..."
This is an intuition born from coexisting with evil for millennia, a destiny etched into the soul.
His eyes widened suddenly, his gaze piercing through the clouds below.
Could it be...?
He gritted his teeth; it was a conjecture that sent chills down his spine.
" Hirudegarn's other half... is on this planet?!"
These words shocked the entire audience!
The Kami was utterly astonished; how could he, as the god of Earth, have been completely unaware of this?
He immediately closed his eyes, and with all his divine perception, he blanketed every corner of the earth without reservation.
However, a moment later, the Kami opened his eyes, his face filled with doubt and unprecedented solemnity.
"I didn't sense any malevolent or powerful aura..."
Deep beneath the Earth, in a massive cavity within a rock layer, inaccessible to any technological Dragon Radar.
Inside Babidi's spaceship.
Hoi and Babidi were standing side by side.
The two men simultaneously revealed sinister smiles, as if their wicked scheme had succeeded.
"Hehehe..." Babidi danced excitedly in mid-air, letting out a sharp, piercing laugh. "That Saiyan! Doesn't he realize he's been tricked?"
"They might still be frantically searching for you right now!"
A morbid fanaticism also surfaced on Hoi's gaunt face.
"I can feel it..."
His voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
" Hirudegarn... he's calling me!"
He longs! He longs to Fusion with his other half!
Hoi suddenly spread his arms wide, and in the deep shadow behind him, a pair of incredibly large feet were faintly visible!
Its soles were covered in dark green carapaces, emanating a nauseating aura of death; even its outline exuded an evil that could make the universe tremble!
He can't wait to regain his full figure!
"Hehehe! Then let's not wait any longer!"
Babidi's laughter suddenly rose in volume, filled with an impatient frenzy.
"Hurry up and do it, Hoi!"
Night falls
A cold wind howled, whipping up clouds of yellow sand and emitting a mournful wail like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
Tapion stood alone on the desolate Gobi Desert.
He left the warm and peaceful Kami's Lookout and appeared alone in this barren land.
His shadow was stretched long in the cold moonlight, appearing incredibly lonely and resolute.
Inside Babidi's spaceship.
"Hehehe! See that? He got separated from the others!"
The image in the crystal ball clearly reflects Tapion's lonely figure.
Hoi, who was standing nearby, also came over, staring at the crystal ball, a sinister smile appearing on his gaunt face.
He dismissed Babidi's discovery, instead offering a leisurely explanation with an air of omniscience.
"Hehe, it must be our kind-hearted hero who's feeling the urge to suppress Hirudegarn within him."
Hoi's voice was hoarse, full of "understanding" of Tapion's character.
"Not wanting to burden his friends, he chose to run away to this desolate place alone and silently endure it... It's truly touching."
Upon hearing this, Babidi's excitement instantly turned into extreme disdain and mockery.
"Is that so? That's utterly foolish! Such womanly compassion!"
He waved his short arms excitedly in mid-air, urging them on impatiently.
"Then what are we waiting for?!"
"Of course!" Hoi's eyes gleamed with fanatical greed, his smile growing increasingly sinister. "This is a golden opportunity! He can't escape!"
The Kami's Lookout above the clouds.
The Kami, with eyes closed, sat cross-legged in the center of the Lookout, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Trunks and Son Goten stood side by side beside him.
The two children looked a little nervous...