On the surface of a desolate star deep within the cosmos, the last ray of green light was swallowed into Moro's belly through his throat.
The rocks beneath their feet instantly lost moisture, weathering into grayish-white fragments that scattered in the wind.
Moro licked his chapped lips and patted his chest. The external magic storage organ there had finally stopped flickering weakly and returned to its full, abundant state.
It feels so good to be full and satisfied. Even the internal injuries I sustained from being beaten up by that red-haired monkey and that fatso have completely healed.
Just a few steps behind him, a series of dull thuds rang out.
Saganbo and Yunba huddled together in the rubble, their hands gripping the rock face so tightly that their ten fingers were raw and bleeding.
Their muscles bulged, veins throbbed wildly against their skin, and heavy, labored breathing came from their throats like broken bellows.
Seven-Three stood beside them, recording their physiological data with a blank expression.
Moro turned halfway around, holding the Dark Five-Star Ball that was emitting a purplish-black light in one hand, and lowered his eyelids to examine the two mad dogs rolling on the ground.
"It seems none of you can stay rational..."
Having just devoured the planet, Moro suddenly had a brilliant idea: to imitate Towa's methods and channel the power of the Dark Five-Star Ball into Saganbo and Yunba's bodies.
But things didn't go as he expected.
Moro extended two fingers and grabbed at the two of them from a distance, forcibly drawing back the evil energy of the Dark Dragon Balls that had invaded their bodies and resealing it into the Five-Star Ball.
As soon as the evil energy left their bodies, Saganbo and Yunba froze simultaneously, their bodies going limp in the mud, foaming at the mouthfuls of white foam.
Moro rubbed the cool surface of the Dragon Ball with his thumb and shook his head.
"Is it possible that only the demon race can amplify this effect while maintaining their sanity? What a pity..."
The power within this bead is indeed formidable; it can easily boost a person's combat strength by a significant margin.
However, a normal person's brain simply cannot withstand the negative and evil energy inside. Once the power is drawn out and used, the brain will be burned out on the spot, turning into a madman who only knows how to attack indiscriminately.
Even when he himself tried to probe into the mind just now, he was almost overwhelmed by the frenzied, bloodthirsty thoughts within.
Moro has always valued his life above all else; how could he possibly turn himself into a brainless fool just to covet this little bit of external power?
Saganbo, who was on the ground, finally caught his breath and, supporting himself on his weak knees, shakily crawled up from the pile of rubble.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, knelt on one knee at Moro's feet, and lowered his head.
" Moro... Your subordinate is incompetent and could not withstand this power. Please punish me!"
Saganbo's back was covered in cold sweat. The feeling of being forced to crammed countless noises into his brain and wanting to tear every living thing in front of him to shreds was truly terrifying.
Moro waved his hand dismissively, showing no interest in even reprimanding him.
Get up, it's not your fault.
A pack of mad dogs that can't even understand what he's saying. Keeping them around won't help him fight; they might even turn on him and bite him back.
Since his subordinates couldn't use it, and he didn't dare to put it into his body casually, keeping this Dark Five-Star Ball in his hands was just like having a chicken rib—tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.
Sizzle--!
Without warning, the void behind Moro twisted and tore apart, and a pitch-black Demon Realm wormhole was forcibly opened in mid-air.
Two slightly disheveled figures stepped out of the black hole one after the other, their heavy footsteps landing on the weathered rocky ground.
It was Towa and Mira who had just escaped death from Frieza's headquarters and broken free of their combined form.
Towa's red dress was torn in several places, her hair was disheveled and stuck to her cheeks, her chest was heaving violently, and even the fingers holding her wand were trembling slightly.
That Golden Frieza is a monster!
I almost didn't make it back...
What infuriated Towa even more was that, just as they were fighting Frieza to the death, she clearly sensed a strong energy fluctuation emanating from the Dark Five-Star Ball in Moro's hand.
That old bastard! He just sent them out as cannon fodder to die, and then he dared to use her Dragon Ball on his own!
" Moro! What do you want now? You provoke us time and time again! Don't think we're afraid of you!"
We'll fight to the death today, even if it means completely detonating Mira's core, we absolutely cannot let this old bastard get away with it!
Before she could finish speaking, Mira stepped forward, using her tall frame to block Towa's path.
Mira tensed her arm muscles, the remaining demonic energy on her body surged again, and her fists clenched so tightly they cracked as she locked onto Moro's back.
On the other side, Saganbo and Yunba, who had just gotten up, immediately stood on either side of Moro to protect him, their expressions unfriendly.
The air on the desolate planet instantly became tense, as if it could explode at any moment.
Hearing Towa's furious roar, Moro, who had his back to everyone, not only didn't get angry, but the corners of his mouth actually turned up.
Moro slowly dusted off his robe.
"I think you've misunderstood something! I've already said it! We're friends! It's a deal that if you help me examine Frieza, I'll give you the Dragon Ball!"
Towa froze for a moment, her arm holding the wand hanging in mid-air.
What kind of trick is this old man up to now?
Mira remained vigilant, subtly pressing her feet into the ground, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.
Just as the two were on high alert, Moro slowly turned around.
His face showed no trace of scheming ruthlessness. He simply opened his withered right palm and held the Dark Five-Star Ball flat in front of him.
With a light flick of the finger.
Buzz!
The Dark Five-Star Ball transformed into a streak of purplish-black light, carrying no offensive magic, and flew straight into Towa's arms.
Towa had been prepared for a fight to the death, suddenly lost her mind and stood there dumbfounded. Instinctively, she released her wand and stretched out her hands to catch the flying Dragon Ball steadily in her palms.
A cool, familiar touch traveled through my palm, containing the complete and intact dark magic.
Why that expression?
"Didn't I keep our promise?"
I am very satisfied with your actions!
"This Frieza may have some skill, but he's not a threat... Let's get back to your business..."
"I believe our cooperation will not end here!"
Where is the last Dragon Ball?!
"You guys must know this, right?"