Towa, along with four Demon Realm warriors, located Moro using the Dragon Ball ' location tracking.
Moro's flagship was forced to stop and landed on the long-dead, barren planet below.
The heavy airlock door slowly opened.
Moro walked down the gangway with a composed gait.
Saganbo and Yunba followed closely behind, standing guard on either side of him, vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
Directly in front of them, Towa and Mira slowly descended to the ground.
At the same time, three figures also landed simultaneously from three other directions, forming a four-way formation.
Within each of the three, a Dark Dragon Balls emitted a faint, dark purple light, with an eerie energy flowing continuously.
Towa looked directly into Moro's eyes, her voice icy.
" Moro, as promised, I've come to retrieve the Dragon Ball."
Moro's lips curled up slightly, revealing a forced, insincere smile.
"Oh? It's you."
He slowly sized up Towa, then glanced at the three menacing Demon Realm warriors behind her.
"You mean an agreement? Hmm... it seems like there really is such a thing?"
Towa's brow furrowed instantly.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get excited."
Moro waved his hand in a reassuring gesture, but his tone was full of condescending cunning.
"The original agreement was that you would help me release my subordinates and have someone who could do things for me."
But what about now?
Moro spread his hands and shrugged, seemingly helpless.
"As you can see, my men are being worn down too quickly by Frieza Force's encirclement and pursuit; they are far from meeting my expectations."
"So, this Dragon Ball... I can't give it to you yet."
This shameless, robber-like logic made Towa's face instantly darken.
"That's because your own subordinates are incompetent! What does it have to do with us!"
She let out an angry shout.
That's not how it works.
Moro's smile vanished, and his expression turned cold.
"Our cooperation is about helping each other to achieve a win-win situation."
"Now you want to gain benefits unilaterally."
"That won't do!"
He took a step forward, his scarlet eyes fixed intently on Towa.
"Don't you want to keep your promise?"
In short, the label of being untrustworthy was directly pinned on Towa's head.
How could someone be so shameless!
Towa was so angry that she trembled all over, her chest heaving violently.
"Who exactly broke the agreement?!"
"Hmph, I expected this. I shouldn't have trusted you in the first place!"
She completely abandoned any thought of negotiation and abruptly waved her wand.
"But if you think I'll let you do whatever you want, you're sorely mistaken!"
With her command, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed abruptly!
"Roar--!"
Gure roared, and his already massive body swelled up again, his muscles bulging, and his size suddenly increased to more than three meters tall, like a moving mountain of flesh!
Shroom remained silent, gripping the enormous scythe, taller than himself, horizontally with both hands. A chilling, eerie light emanated from its dark blade.
A strange smile played on Salsa's lips, and a deep black light was rapidly gathering at the tip of the exquisite short staff in his hand.
Three Demon Realm warriors, strengthened by the Dark Dragon Balls, unleash their full evil energy!
boom!
Three violent streams of the Demon Realm energy shot into the sky, instantly tearing apart the hard surface of the desolate planet beneath their feet, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere!
Immediately afterwards, three figures transformed into three streams of light of different colors, charging fiercely towards Moro in the center from three directions at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound!
A fierce glint flashed in Saganbo's eyes, and a crisp "crack" sounded from his neck. He was about to step forward to face the enemy in Moro's place.
But the three terrifying pressures, greatly amplified by the Dragon Ball, rushed towards him like three mountains, causing his heart to clench.
The three Demon Realm warriors, enhanced by the Dark Dragon Balls, were no match for him.
Even in a one-on-one fight, he has little chance, let alone three against one...
But if we were to show fear now, wouldn't we lose face in front of Lord Moro...?
However, Moro was well aware of this as well.
Unless he bestows upon him even greater power, Saganbo is utterly incomparable to these men before him...
To be honest, this woman named Towa is...
His subordinates are much better than his own...
This seems more suitable as his "helper"...
He merely glanced at him coldly before raising his hand to stop Saganbo from rushing out.
He remained calm in the face of the deadly threat rushing towards him from three directions.
He simply raised his withered right hand slowly, his five fingers outstretched in the air.
Shroom, Gure, and Salsa, who were rushing forward, suddenly froze in mid-air!
It felt as if an invisible hand had gripped my throat!
At the same time, all three felt that the surging blood in their bodies and the violent energy that had just erupted were being pulled back by an irresistible and terrifying suction force in an instant!
The power is flowing backwards!
They are flowing uncontrollably in the same direction—to Moro's outstretched palm!
Towa was horrified when she saw this!
The expressions on the faces of Shroom, Gure, and Salsa changed from initial ferocity to astonishment, and then to pain and distortion.
They could clearly feel that the violent power they were so proud of was being forcibly extracted from their bodies in an incomprehensible way!
Even the fundamental energy that sustains life is being lost uncontrollably!
This overwhelming and absolute pressure sent a chill down Towa's spine.
Moro's power! It's gotten even stronger!
They... simply couldn't do anything about Moro!
Towa, who was always shrewd and calculating, now found her forehead uncontrollably covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
A profound sense of powerlessness instantly overwhelmed her.
Is it really impossible to collect all the Dark Dragon Balls?
Moro suddenly decided to stop while he was ahead.
A sly smile curled at the corner of his lips as he casually waved his hand forward.
The terrifying, suffocating suction force suddenly dissipated.
"Puff--!"
Shroom, Gure, and Salsa were struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood as the uncontrolled energy within their bodies instantly backfired.
He was thrown into the air by a violent gust of wind, tumbling and crashing to Towa's feet.
"Don't be nervous, we're friends! We're close partners!"
Moro slowly withdrew his hand, placing it behind his back, and his tone returned to that nauseatingly persuasive manner.
"No need to worry! I have absolutely no interest in your Dragon Ball."
"If I wanted to, I could take all the Dragon Ball from you right now!"
Moro abruptly changed the subject, shamelessly declaring, "But I didn't! I'm a man of my word!"
Towa's gaze shifted between light and shadow.
Looking at her three seriously injured and weak subordinates lying on the ground, she could only swallow her anger and resentment.
After some hesitation, she abandoned the idea of fighting Moro to the death...
Firstly, since Moro didn't go for the kill, she had no intention of revealing her trump card.
Furthermore, even if one were to fight Moro to the death, facing his unpredictable energy-absorbing ability...
There's probably no guarantee of success...
Survival of the fittest!
In the face of absolute power, everything else seems pale and laughable.
"What exactly do you want?!"
Towa bit her lip until it bled.
Seeing this, Moro finally dropped his hypocritical smile.
His bloodshot eyes revealed a deep solemnity as he stated his conditions directly:
" Frieza!"
He could no longer ignore Frieza's existence!
Because not long ago, he had just fought against that "general" of Frieza Force.
Its terrifying power is simply beyond imagination!
If I hadn't kept a backup plan, I probably would have already fallen into the hands of that red-haired monkey!
That guy with such incredible strength isn't even the "King" of the legion!
He's just a "general"!
So...
The legendary "Cosmic Emperor" Frieza, who could rule him and make him willingly submit, was absolutely necessary...
Let's test the waters...
Recklessness has never been Moro's style...