In the depths of the universe, Moro's flagship sailed silently like a colossal beast.
Inside the main control cabin, the light was dim, with only the faint glow of the starry sea filtering through the huge porthole, outlining a solitary and lofty figure.
The wormhole tore open inside the cabin, Seven-Three and Yunba emerged one after the other, followed by Saganbo, who stumbled out last.
His chest bones were severely caved in, and every breath he took was accompanied by excruciating pain.
Saganbo, ignoring his injuries, dragged his badly wounded body and stumbled to the figure behind him.
thump!
He knelt heavily on one knee, the hard metal floor making a dull thud.
"I'm so sorry, Moro!"
Saganbo's head hung low, his voice filled with undisguised fear and self-reproach.
"I underestimated the experts on this planet... and messed things up..."
Yunba and Seven-Three, standing behind him, also dared not breathe, keeping their heads even lower.
Moro did not turn back.
He remained with his back to the crowd, gazing at the boundless starry sky, his voice devoid of any emotion, unusually calm.
It's alright.
"There are indeed many soldiers of Frieza Force stationed on that planet..."
Upon hearing these words, which carried no blame, Saganbo did not feel relieved; instead, he became even more nervous.
Just then, Moro slowly turned around.
His scarlet eyes gleamed with greed and calculation in the dimly lit cabin.
This also precisely illustrates...
"This is a planet worth paying attention to..."
Saganbo looked puzzled, then quickly raised his head and eagerly offered his advice.
" Moro, although the process was somewhat arduous... the warriors on that planet have all lost their Power Level!"
He recalled Son Gohan's final, frenzied state and the tragic deaths of Son Goku and the others, his tone revealing a bloodthirsty excitement.
You can enjoy it anytime!
In his view, now is the best time to go back and reap the rewards of victory.
However, Moro remained unmoved.
He coldly rejected the offer.
"No..."
"I need him to recover to his peak energy level..."
"Your mission, though not perfect, can still be considered accomplished..."
Moro waved his hand.
He turned back and looked out the porthole at the vast starry sky.
"Let's leave it at that for now..."
"Let them enjoy... a final moment of peace for now..."
As Moro finished speaking, Saganbo, Seven-Three Yunba as if they had been granted a pardon.
They dared not linger for a moment, and after bowing respectfully, they quickly left the cabin.
The heavy metal door closed slowly.
In the empty command room, only Moro remained, gazing alone at the sea of stars.
The calm before the storm was oppressively suffocating.
A good while passed.
Moro's composed facade was finally torn to shreds.
He suddenly raised his hand and pressed it tightly against his chest.
There, the external magic storage organ that was originally his ultimate trump card was now flickering with an eerie purplish-black light.
The frequency of the light was extremely unstable; each flicker appeared weak and powerless.
Under Turles's bizarre Spirit Fission and the subsequent impact of the Grand Supreme Kai's divine power, his vast reserve of magical power was completely exhausted.
Almost there!
The appearance of the Grand Supreme Kai forced him to slow down his pace once again...
Moro slowly clenched his claws.
We must not meet that guy again until we are absolutely certain!
At the very least, he needs to completely replenish this magical energy reserve organ...
Only in this way can we have a trump card to break free when facing the sealing technique again.
When facing natural enemies, caution is essential!
You can never have too much insurance!
A ruthless glint flashed in Moro's crimson eyes.
He opened the star map and began searching the vast universe for the next suitable, rich, and unprotected planet to "feed" on.
The countdown to the crisis has already quietly begun.
Deep in the universe, on a desolate planet long since drained of life, leaving only jagged rocks.
Twisted ripples spread through the space, and the figures of Towa and Mira appeared one after another.
Immediately afterwards, an even larger figure traversed the void and landed heavily on the ground.
It's Gure.
He held his hands high, and in his palms were two Dragon Ball emitting an ominous dark light.
One was given to him by Towa before, and the other was one he had just found based on Towa's directions.
A satisfied smile graced Towa's face as she reached out and, with her slender fingertips, first took one of the Dragon Ball.
You keep this one.
Gure looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then nodded happily, "Yes, sir!"
Towa tossed the retrieved Dragon Ball lightly in her hand, then turned and gestured with her eyes to the silent Mira beside her.
Mira understood immediately.
He opened his palm, and three Dragon Ball, each emitting a dim light, lay quietly in his hand.
This is what they have gained over this period of time.
Towa acquired five Dark Dragon Balls: one from her own hand, three from Mira's palm, and one from Gure's body.
Two more are needed.
One-Star Ball...
It was with that savage... but it seems it's not there anymore... Perhaps that strange savage took the Dragon Ball away...
Five-Star Ball.
This Dragon Ball is still in the hands of that old guy, Moro.
The original deal was that if people helped him open the Galactic Prison and release his rabble of followers, he would return the Five-Star Ball.
The prison break plan is now complete.
It's time to collect this debt.
But before that...
Just to be on the safe side!
Perhaps we need to do more preparation...
With that thought in mind, Towa raised her wand and waved it at the void in front of her.
Sizzle--!
The space above the desolate star was forcibly torn apart, and two pitch-black portals, exuding a strong Demon Realm aura, were suddenly opened.
Two figures, one after the other, slowly stepped out of the teleportation portal.
The leader was a lean young man with a white bandage wrapped around his forehead. He held a long-handled scythe taller than himself and exuded a fierce killing intent.
He is Demon Realm warrior, Shroom.
The other person, also a young boy, had a head of flamboyant red hair standing on end, held a delicate short cane, and had a faint smile on his lips.
Demon Realm Warrior, Salsa.
As soon as the two appeared, they both knelt down on one knee in front of Towa.
" Towa!"
Towa nodded, and took two Dragon Ball from Mira's hand, handing one to Shroom and the other to Salsa.
Shroom expressionlessly and put it away respectfully.
But the moment Salsa received the Dragon Ball, a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes...
Towa's gaze swept over the two of them, as well as Mira and Gure beside her.
" The Dragon Ball are entrusted to you so that you can perform your duties more effectively."
"Next..."
Towa paused, a serious expression appearing on her face.
"We're going to see a very dangerous old man..."