Without Vegeta and Piccolo restraining him, Son Goku was unable to organize an effective attack.
Son Goku gritted his teeth and squeezed out the last bit of power in his body without reservation, turning it into a frenzied barrage of short, close-quarters attacks, attempting to suppress Saganbo with the most primal hand-to-hand combat.
However, all of this was in vain.
His fists, powerful enough to shake mountains, struck Saganbo's enhanced magical aura with every single blow.
As a result, they were simply repelled by even stronger forces.
The shock made his arms go numb and his blood surge.
"It's over."
Saganbo seized the brief moment of vulnerability after Sun Son Goku unleashed a powerful punch, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
He grabbed Son Goku by the throat with one hand!
A feeling of suffocation instantly washed over me.
Immediately afterwards, a series of ferocious knee strikes slammed into Goku's abdomen!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each heavy blow caused Son Goku's body to convulse violently, and his golden aura flickered erratically.
Saganbo casually flung it violently towards the distant rock face.
Boom--!
Son Goku's body smashed half of the mountain, causing rocks to tumble down and dust to fill the sky.
The dazzling golden light finally faded completely, and the long hair that reached her waist quickly retracted, deactivating her Super Saiyan 3 form.
On Earth, there are no more warriors capable of confronting them head-on.
Saganbo, suspended in mid-air, flicked the pebbles and dust off his wrists, his cold gaze slowly descending.
His gaze fell upon Yunba, who was still locked in combat with the four little devils below.
The battle remains deadlocked.
"Don't embarrass yourself, Your Yunba!"
Saganbo gave a cold, impatient shout.
"It's a complete waste of time and has absolutely no purpose!"
He spread his arms slightly, assuming a posture as if he was ready to personally take action.
The terrifying pressure emanating from above caused both sides engaged in fierce combat on the ground to pause in their tracks.
Upon hearing this, Yunba, who was being held back by Retasu and three others, obediently distanced himself.
Giving up home ground...
Saganbo walked step by step through the void.
Seeing their three elders, Son Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo, fall one after another and become seriously injured, Son Gohan and the three younger ones felt their spirits plummet.
Hope seems to have been completely shattered.
The combined attack stance, which had been barely maintained, began to tremble slightly due to the fear and helplessness welling up from the bottom of their hearts.
"I never expected that I'd have to deal with just a few kids."
Saganbo walked step by step toward the four children in the center of the ruins, grumbling irritably as he strolled.
"You lot, what a waste of Lord Moro's power..."
There is no turning back.
There's no turning back!
"Aaaaaah--!"
Son Gohan roared, forcibly summoning the last remaining wisps of energy within his body, and golden lightning once again exploded on his surface.
He led Retasu, Trunks, and Son Goten, charging forward with a death-defying resolve!
This is their final charge!
However, an absolute chasm of strength cannot be overcome by willpower alone.
Saganbo's figure moved like a ghost among the four.
Use both hands.
In the blink of an eye.
The four were knocked to the ground one after another...
The battle ended in just a few seconds.
Saganbo ignored the men lying on the ground and slowly took out a specially made communicator from his waist.
He bent down and fiddled with it for a while.
The detection screen showed no reaction, only a jumble of static.
His brows furrowed immediately.
"What happened? Where did that Seven-Three guy go?"
"They just brought me here..."
Saganbo grew increasingly agitated, muttering to himself.
"The planet's energy is ready..."
In the instant he was distracted and muttering to himself...
Lying at his feet, Retasu's small face, stained with blood, showed resentment.
Suddenly, it sprang up!
He opened his mouth and bit down hard on Saganbo's calf!
"Huh? You're asking for it!"
Saganbo frowned, his eyes flashing with a sharp killing intent.
He raised his foot and stomped it down towards Retasu's chest!
Click--!
A sharp, chilling sound of bones cracking rang out.
"Ahhh--!"
Retasu let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body arched, his mouth opened, and he curled up on the ground, convulsing violently.
" Retasu!"
Son Gohan, standing nearby, was furious. Despite his severe injuries, he forced himself to his feet and staggered towards Saganbo.
"Stop! Stop!"
Before he could even make a proper charge, Saganbo slapped him across the face.
He tumbled through the air several times like a tattered sack before crashing heavily into a pile of rubble in the distance.
Saganbo coldly withdrew his hand, turned around, and came to the side of Son Gohan, who was lying on the ground.
He looked down at them coldly from his high position.
"Seriously, do they all want to die?"
He slowly raised his heavy right foot, preparing to crush Son Gohan's head completely, just as he had crushed Retasu earlier.
The shadow of death loomed over the land.
But that heavy foot, powerful enough to crush the rock, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Another trembling, blood-stained green foot forcefully supported Saganbo's ankle from below.
Covered in blood and panting heavily, Piccolo, dragging his already exhausted body, managed to stand up once again.
"Will this ever end?!"
Saganbo, already frustrated by his inability to contact Seven-Three, lost all patience and erupted in fury!
He used the momentum to his advantage, delivering a vicious side kick that sent the already weakened Piccolo flying once again.
He moved close, grabbed Piccolo's left arm, and yanked him outwards!
Tear--!
With a horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart, Piccolo's entire left arm was ripped off!
"I've heard that Namekian have incredible regenerative abilities!"
Saganbo grinned maliciously and casually tossed the severed arm aside.
"I'm curious, where will the limits of this regenerative ability lie?"
Before he could finish speaking, he cruelly grabbed Piccolo's right arm and ripped it off at the shoulder!
Blood gushed out.
" Uncle Piccolo--!"
Son Gohan was devastated by the bloody and brutal scene.
In the distance, Son Goku, who had barely regained consciousness, had bulging veins on his forehead and struggled desperately to get up, but he was completely exhausted and powerless.
Saganbo grinned maliciously as he lifted Piccolo, who had lost both arms and was covered in blood, into the air.
His left hand suddenly clenched its five fingers into a claw.
Pfft--!
The sharp claws pierced straight through Piccolo's abdomen!
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Son Gohan's mind went completely blank for a moment.
Extreme shock and rage exploded deep within his soul.
The black pupils in Son Gohan's eyes had silently disappeared...
On the distant Supreme Kai Planet, Shin and Kibito flanked Old Kai, observing the battlefield through a crystal ball on the ground...
Son Gohan's unfocused eyes were now reflected in the crystal ball...
Old Kai couldn't help but reach up and wipe his forehead.
"Ancestor, are you alright?" Shin asked, looking over.
Old Kai paused for a moment before shaking his head.
"No, it's nothing..."
Shin continued, his face filled with anxiety, "Ancestor, what should we do?"
"Sigh... it seems all we can do now is pray they can get through this difficult time..."
"Our strength... is utterly useless..."