Arrived in Hell.
When Turles ' figure solidified completely, the scene before him left him momentarily stunned.
There was no fiery inferno or agonizing scene of carnage as I had imagined.
What greets the eye is still an endless, colorful candy bean barrier.
Huge, round, colorful candy blocks were piled together, forming everything—the ground, the mountains, and even the sky were covered by this absurd scene.
Turles hovered alone in mid-air, slowly closing his eyes.
He ignored the absurd scene and projected his senses, instantly piercing through the chaotic magnetic field.
This time, an overwhelming and suffocating evil aura appeared at the edge of his perception.
Around that evil aura, there were many faint, almost extinguished energies, struggling to stay afloat.
Turles suddenly opened his eyes.
boom--!!!
A dazzling golden aura erupted around him!
Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a golden streak of light that tore through the heavens and earth, rushing straight toward the source of that evil energy!
The seemingly sturdy candy-bean barriers along the way shattered and crumbled under the impact of his violent and unparalleled airflow, without him even having to attack them!
The gaze is drawn to the distant depths of Hell.
This place has been transformed into a grotesque giant amusement park.
A bloated, fat man with an unusually large size and bright yellow skin was jumping around excitedly barefoot on a mountain of colorful candy beans.
He wore a childlike, innocent smile, and kept making strange, incomprehensible noises.
"Evil thoughts, wave! Evil thoughts, wave!"
Each leap caused the entire earth to tremble violently.
And in the "playground" around him, those figures lay scattered haphazardly.
Most of them had lost consciousness, their martial arts uniforms were torn to shreds, and their blood stained the ground.
Only two of them could barely maintain their kneeling position, panting heavily.
The man was tall with healthy green skin; he was none other than the martial artist, Pikkon, who had come from the West Galaxy in his previous life.
The other was Olibu, a martial artist from the North Galaxy, with dazzling blond hair and a handsome face, but who was also in a sorry state.
Blood clung to the corners of their mouths, and their eyes were filled with an indescribable despair.
The halos above the heads of the unconscious Heaven martial artists on the ground were flickering rapidly, their brightness fluctuating, and their auras were extremely weak.
Pikkon gritted his teeth, staring at the chubby yellow boy still playing on the candy bean mountain, his heart churning with endless resentment.
They were people who had already died once.
Because of the merits he accumulated in his previous life, his physical body was exceptionally preserved, allowing him to continue his spiritual practice in the Land of the Dead.
But if one dies again in the Land of the Dead, it means complete annihilation, and one can never regain a physical body!
"It's no use, Pikkon..."
Olibu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter laugh.
He looked at the innocent, chubby yellow boy, his voice filled with a deep sense of helplessness.
"Give up... The combined power of all the martial artists in our Other World is... it's even too much for us to break through his defenses..."
"This guy is an invincible monster!"
Upon hearing this, the Pikkon clenched his fist, which trembled slightly from the force.
Olibu is telling the truth.
They were already at their last gasp.
If this fat yellow guy hadn't treated the fight as a game of toying with his prey, they wouldn't have even lasted a single move.
"Evil thoughts, waves?"
Seemingly tired of playing on the trampoline, the chubby yellow guy finally stopped jumping.
He tilted his round head, looking curiously at the remaining Pikkon and rice and Olibu, then grinned and revealed an innocent smile.
A colorful energy ball radiating an aura of destruction began to rapidly condense in his mouth.
That energy sent a chill down the spines of Pikkon and Olibu.
The Pikkon closed its eyes in despair.
it's over.
However, at this most desperate moment, he and Olibu suddenly sensed something at the same time, abruptly opened their eyes, and turned to look at the sky in unison!
A dazzling golden streak of light, with overwhelming force, tore through the candy-bean barrier and hurtled towards their location!
The chubby yellow man also noticed the golden light. Curious, he stopped gathering energy, tilted his head, and watched the approaching "new toy."
boom--!!!
A heavy golden light crashed down between the Pikkon and the yellow fat man!
A violent golden shockwave swept outwards like a tsunami!
The energy ball that had just condensed in the yellow fat man's mouth was instantly blown away without a trace by the impact of this shockwave!
Even his massive, bloated body was forced uncontrollably to slide back several steps by the aftershock!
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
A figure enveloped in golden flames stood proudly in the center of the giant pit.
Pikkon and Olibu stared blankly at the blond man with his back to them, their minds completely blank.
"This aura..."
Olibu stared in shock, his eyes wide, his voice trembling.
"Who... who are you? Could you be reinforcements sent by the King Kai?"
The Pikkon's attention, however, fell on another detail that horrified him even more.
The man's head...
No aperture!
He is not dead!
He is a person from the World of the Living!
Janemba slowly got up, tilting his round head to the side, curiously examining the suddenly appearing Turles.
He blinked his innocent eyes and mumbled something indistinctly like a child.
" Janemba?"
Turles ignored him, turned his head and glanced at the Other World martial artists lying haphazardly on the Sugar Bean Mountain, then shook his head helplessly.
With his back to Pikkon and Olibu, he slowly walked towards Janemba.
"If there's still hope, take them away."
Pikkon and Olibu looked at each other in bewilderment.
Now is clearly not the time to dwell on this man's identity.
They could clearly sense that the man before them exuded a profound and unfathomable aura.
He might be able to do it!
Hearing Turles's words, Janemba watched with interest as Turles walked towards him step by step.
Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face. Without warning, he raised a fat hand and slammed it down hard into the void in front of him!
A bizarre scene unfolded.
A small spatial wormhole appeared without warning beside Turles ' ear, and Janemba's enormous fist emerged directly from the wormhole, smashing towards Turles with a whistling wind!
However, the instant the wormhole formed, Turles's gaze slowly turned to the side...