This sudden attack left Frieza completely bewildered.
Fortunately, the legion had consciously strengthened its defenses, and the garrison forces on the planet quickly erected a high-energy defensive line on the edge of the city.
Dense lasers and energy cannons intertwined to form a firepower network, preventing the massive, dark army of the Demon Realm from entering and successfully keeping the battle at bay on the perimeter.
Frieza maneuvered his hover chair and slowly ascended into the air above the city.
His scarlet eyes looked down at the dense, locust-like invading army outside, his brows furrowed, and his tone revealed a hint of impatience and suspicion.
"Why is it always these guys!"
However, this time they don't seem like a rabble that escaped from the Galactic Prison.
Frieza, with his keen eye, instantly discerned the army's impeccable discipline and unsettling, sinister aura.
As he murmured, Frieza's gaze pierced through the layers of smoke and suddenly spotted several figures emanating an eerie, purplish-black aura in the distance, almost invisible to the naked eye.
It seems they came prepared.
Frieza's lips curled into a cold smile.
He immediately gave cold instructions to Zarbon and Dodoria over the communication channel.
"Defend the city to the death! Don't let a single insect in!"
After giving his instructions, Frieza immediately controlled the hovering chair, transforming into a blur as he sped straight towards the source of the strange aura.
Frieza soon arrived at his destination.
In mid-air, Gure, Shroom, and Salsa, all radiating the Dark Dragon Balls, had already formed a triangular encirclement around Frieza.
Frieza had just stopped, before he could even utter a word to probe further.
Without saying a word, Gure let out a deafening roar.
He swung a massive warhammer wreathed in demonic energy with both hands and smashed it down like a mountain crashing down!
Frieza's eyes narrowed, but he remained completely unfazed by the devastating blow that tore through the air.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes and nimbly leaped up from the hovering seat.
The body was coated with a silver layer!
boom!
With a deafening crash, the chair was smashed to pieces by the giant hammer!
In the instant the shards flew, Frieza's foot, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, struck Gure's thick jaw with perfect precision.
The massive body was forcefully repelled!
Seeing this Salsa and Shroom did not hesitate and launched a pincer attack!
The two simultaneously swung their short staffs and massive scythes, unleashing two violent energy blades, one black and one purple, each tens of meters long, which crossed into a cross and swept wildly towards Frieza in mid-air!
Facing attacks from both sides, Frieza twisted his body at an extremely bizarre angle in mid-air.
The thick tail suddenly lashed out, shattering Shroom's scythe blade with a sharp "crack" like a steel whip.
At the same time, his left index finger tapped repeatedly, and several scarlet Death Beam instantly detonated Salsa's short staff blade in mid-air!
Amidst the churning air, Frieza hovered unharmed in mid-air, arms crossed, letting out a piercing chuckle.
"Oh ho ho ho... If this is all the tricks you've got, I won't let you off so easily..."
Gure steadied himself mid-air and forcefully wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand.
He twisted his thick neck, his joints cracking.
This short guy's strength is ridiculously high; that kick just now almost cracked his jawbone.
Going it alone will never get you anywhere; we have to team up and crush him!
He turned his head to look at Shroom and Salsa on his left and right sides.
Shroom gripped his long-handled scythe tightly, veins bulging on his arm, while Salsa also tightened his grip on his short staff.
The three quickly exchanged their battle plans.
Without uttering a single word, the Dark Dragon Balls embedded within his body vibrated violently.
Dark, purplish-black energy exploded from the three people's bodies, forming a thick black mist in mid-air that blocked out most of the surrounding light.
"Prepare to die!"
Gure roared, a burst of air erupted beneath his feet, and he charged forward once more.
Shroom and Salsa set off at the same time, three dark figures lunging at Frieza from three completely different and tricky angles.
This time, the three completely abandoned any thoughts of probing, and their offensive rhythm became well-organized.
Shroom leaped to the highest point, wielding his massive scythe with both hands. The black blade sliced through the air, unleashing several intersecting black slashes that completely blocked Frieza's escape route.
Frieza tilted his head to avoid the oncoming blade, his body preparing to slide to the side and backward.
On the left, Salsa immediately brandished his short staff, from which a large number of purplish-black magic threads gushed forth, rapidly weaving into a large net in mid-air, enveloping Frieza's back and forcibly cutting off his movement trajectory.
Annoying flies!
Frieza frowned, flicked his wrist, and unleashed two beams of purple energy, blasting a gap in the approaching magic net.
This bunch of scum, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, were surprisingly well-coordinated.
Before he could completely shatter the remaining magic net, Gure below had already closed in.
"Get down on your knees!"
Gure swung his massive hammers in both hands, specifically targeting the openings where Frieza was suspended in mid-air, relentlessly striking Frieza's waist, abdomen, and lower body with each blow.
Frieza twisted his waist and pulled in his stomach mid-air, grazing past the hammer head, and then delivered a chop to Gure's wrist.
Gure winced and withdrew his hand, but Shroom above gave Frieza no chance to catch his breath and pursue, the huge scythe sweeping down again just short of Frieza's forehead.
Just as Frieza dodged the scythe, Salsa's magical net wrapped around his tail from the side.
The upper body is slashed with a scythe, the lower body is smashed with a giant hammer, and a magical net is constantly closing in from all directions.
The three men's attacks were seamlessly linked, forming an impenetrable defense.
Frieza had just dealt with Gure's heavy hammer when Shroom's blade was already at his nose. Just as he broke through Salsa's blockade, Gure roared and charged forward again.
In just a dozen breaths, the three of them used a high-intensity, continuous attack to compress Frieza's space to a tiny area.
Just as the battle was at its most intense, the void not far from the center of the battle suddenly began to distort.
Towa and Mira stepped out of the spatial rift and hovered steadily in mid-air.
Looking at the three henchmen who were keeping Frieza firmly under control in the encirclement, Towa's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face.
The amplification effect of the Dark Dragon Balls was even better than expected.
Mira crossed her arms over her chest, watching the silver figure constantly dodging amidst the flashing blades and hammers, and let out a disdainful snort.
"This emperor who rules the universe... doesn't seem so great after all!"
Towa listened to Mira's words and slowly shook her head.
Her fingers, holding the wand, gently caressed the shaft.
"No, I don't think it's that simple."
Mira turned her head and glanced at Towa with some surprise.
"A guy who can command such serious attention from Moro is definitely not just this level of skill!"
"I'm more inclined to believe that he's still holding back his strength!"
Frieza once again sidestepped the giant hammer that Gure was smashing down, and casually flicked his right index finger, shattering a blade of energy that Shroom was slashing at him.
In the midst of his continuous leaps and turns, he caught a glimpse of Towa and Mira suddenly appearing in the distance from the void.
A man and a woman stood there pointing and gesturing; they seemed to be the leaders of this gang of scoundrels.
Frieza dodged the magical energy blast fired by Salsa, his crimson lips curving upwards into a cruel smile.
"It seems the mastermind has emerged..."
Faced with the deadly attacks closing in from three sides, Frieza's mocking expression vanished instantly.
The voice was icy and chilling!
"This farce is over!"
He abruptly stopped all his dodging movements and hovered motionless in mid-air.
Facing the crashing hammer and the scythe, Frieza slowly spread his arms, his chest slightly puffed out.
His blood began to surge, and a terrifying power was brewing and compressing wildly within him!
A blinding white light exploded from Frieza's frail body, instantly engulfing the entire dark sky!
Immediately afterwards, extremely violent golden flames soared into the sky, directly transforming into substantial shockwaves that swept wildly in all directions!
"What?!"
Gure, who was at the forefront, was the first to be hit. Before he could even scream, the giant hammer in his hand flew out of his grasp.
The shockwave from the transformation alone sent three Demon Realm warriors, who were enhanced by the Dark Dragon Balls, flying away simultaneously!
Mira's pupils contracted sharply in the distance, and she instinctively took a half-step back.
The white light gradually dissipated, and the dust that filled the sky was blown away completely by the violent airflow.
Frieza's body has completely transformed into a majestic and dazzling golden color!
Golden Frieza hovered silently in mid-air, his body surrounded by crackling dark golden lightning.
Simply by standing there, the immense pressure emanating from him caused subtle distortions and folds in the surrounding space.