Turles was panting heavily, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided.
He looked at the short figure lying limply on the ground, trembling like a leaf, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Is this guy just a pawn Baby left behind to buy time?
Turles ' gaze went straight past Babidi and landed on the dusty ruins behind him.
A sound of rubble rolling down followed.
Those who had been knocked down by him... seemed to have regained some strength...
One by one, figures, dragging their heavily injured bodies, slowly rose from the ruins.
Their eyes were vacant, flashing with an ominous dark red light. They stood in a mechanical line, like a wall of despair, blocking Turles's way.
A faint yet deathly aura mingled together.
Turles sensed this aura and felt somewhat irritated.
These guys are all exhausted and on their last legs.
Even if I've just exhausted myself and exited my Limit Form, dealing with them won't take much effort.
But the real trouble might be that it wastes time and allows Baby to escape...
Turles decided to harden his heart and get rid of all these troublesome guys as quickly as possible.
Just as he raised his hand, preparing to gather energy in his palm, a sudden change occurred in the world.
Without warning, strange spatial fluctuations began to appear in the air.
Immediately afterwards, a dense, sacred mist appeared out of thin air and quickly filled the entire ruins.
Turles paused instinctively in his movements.
What's this?
He was slightly lost in thought.
The group of warriors, who were like puppets, froze in place the moment they came into contact with the strange mist, as if they had been electrocuted.
The water mist gently washed over their bodies.
The ominous dark red light in their eyes melted away quickly, like ice and snow warmed by the sun.
His empty eyes gradually regained their former clarity.
"Huh?"
Son Goku was the first to come to his senses. He blinked blankly and looked around.
The ruins were devastating, the crowd looked equally bewildered, and in the distance stood a huge, charred crater.
He scratched his head, completely bewildered.
"Here it is..."
His gaze finally settled on the familiar figure in mid-air.
"Elder brother?"
Son Goku tilted his head, looking puzzled, and asked.
"What... happened?"
Looking at the group of people who had completely broken free from Baby's control, Turles slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
My tense nerves finally relaxed completely at this moment.
Turles crossed his arms and slowly descended.
He glanced at Son Goku indifferently, showing no intention of offering any explanation.
Turles turned around, ignoring the group of clueless guys behind him.
His gaze fell upon the enormous, deep pit in the distance.
There, the Golden Frieza and Granolah, who had been severely injured by him, were also slowly enveloped by that sacred mist.
Fog seeped into the charred, deep pit.
Frieza's mangled body twitched slightly, his consciousness forcibly pulled away from the chaos.
He suddenly forced his eyes open.
" Turles?!"
Unlike Son Goku and the others who had just awakened and were still in a state of amnesia.
After a brief moment of distraction, he surprisingly recalled a series of events that had occurred during the time he was possessed and under Baby's control.
What he found even more unbearable was that he had actually lost.
"That disgusting bastard! How dare he enter my body!"
Frieza frowned, gritted his teeth, and stood up from the pit. The excruciating pain in his body was nothing compared to the rage in his heart.
He cursed angrily while feeling extremely resentful of his defeat.
"What's even more infuriating is that my power still failed..."
Frieza looked up, glaring angrily at Turles in mid-air.
" Turles! You bastard! You're infuriating!"
He grumbled viciously, venting the extreme humiliation of having his imperial dignity trampled upon.
But deep down, a sense of relief that he himself was unwilling to admit quietly surfaced.
At least... the problem is solved.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ruins, Granolah was also struggling to climb out of the rubble.
He looked ahead with an extremely complicated expression.
Frieza immediately felt Granolah's gaze.
Frieza turned his head and gave a cold snort.
"What? A defeated opponent? Still want revenge?"
Granolah's body stiffened for a moment.
He glanced at his own body, which was covered in wounds and had lost all its strength, and then looked at the two figures in front of him.
He knew he had no hope of revenge...
That heart, which had been built on wishful thinking to be "number one in the universe," had long since been shattered by repeated crushing blows.
Granolah lowered her head, and the red light in her right eye completely dimmed.
He remained silent, taking heavy steps, dragging his broken body, and reluctantly staggered towards the distant ruins.
Frieza watched his forlorn figure, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
He's not one to be soft-hearted.
Frieza slowly raised his right index finger, and a purple light gathered at the tip.
Just as the beam of light was about to shoot out, a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, grabbed his wrist, and pressed down hard.
It's Turles.
"That's enough, Your Majesty."
Turles looked at Frieza.
"You don't need to lift a finger; his life was already nearing its end."
Frieza turned his head and met Turles ' eyes.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
Frieza snorted coldly, reluctantly shaking off Turles's hand and slowly lowering his arm.
He ultimately chose to acquiesce.
The two watched silently as Granolah's lonely figure, burdened with heavy despair, disappeared step by step into the end of the ruins.
Turles looked away.
Just then, the buzzing roar of engines came from mid-air, breaking the post-battle silence.
Turles looked up.
Jaco was seen riding a Galactic Patrol- style single-person flying vehicle, hovering above the ruins, vigorously spraying Ultra Divine Water downwards.
Jaco picked up a megaphone, and his triumphant voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
" Frieza Force's Legion!"
"Lord Jaco, the super elite of the Galactic Patrol, has come to your rescue! You're welcome, it's what I should do!"
The spilled transparent liquid quickly vaporized in the air, transforming into dense, sacred mist that slowly descended.
Amidst the ruins, the soldiers of Frieza Force, who had previously been like walking corpses, shuddered the moment they came into contact with the water mist.
The ominous dark red light in their eyes melted away quickly, like ice and snow warmed by the sun.
Then two streaks of light flashed and arrived.
Galactic Patrol Merus and Supreme Kai's servant Kibito landed side by side, steadily in front of Turles and Frieza.
Turles ' attention instantly shifted away from Jaco.
Merus was carrying a specially made energy-suppressing bag.
A mass of silvery liquid was frantically colliding and crashing around in the confined space.