The piercing air raid siren echoed throughout the main base of the Planet Turles, and the entire sky instantly cracked open with countless black gaps.
Krillin smashed open the alloy door of the security headquarters and soared into the sky, the gust of wind rushing into his collar stinging his cheeks.
How could the base's defensive energy shield shatter in less than half a second?
Two plumes of white smoke exploded simultaneously from the top of the training tower on the right, and Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu rose up side by side, quickly converging on each other.
As soon as Krillin regained his footing, he saw two tall figures hovering in mid-air ahead.
Amond and Daiz had arrived long ago and were looking up at the torn sky above.
Krillin glided to the side of the two, craned his neck to see the view in the sky, and his mouth opened wide involuntarily.
What exactly happened?
The planet's atmosphere, which is usually impenetrable, is now riddled with distorted black holes, and purplish-black gas is flowing down its edges.
Amond crossed his arms, his long, reddish-brown hair whipped wildly across his shoulder armor by the turbulent air currents, and his face was grim.
"I don't know, but this smell is very unsettling. Who knows which filthy thing crawled out of?"
Daiz, standing beside him, also looked grave.
"These guys seem to be completely different from those galactic pirates!"
Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu hovered beside the group, firmly locking the surging energy source deep within the black hole.
Having lived all these years, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a cold and eerie aura.
Tien Shinhan darkened, and he slowly clenched his fists in front of him.
In short, they're up to no good!
"They're clearly after us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the metal hatches of the massive base below slid open to both sides one after another.
Hundreds of legion soldiers and logistics personnel in standard Battle Suit poured out of the passage, white plumes of air shooting up from their feet and quickly forming a tight defensive formation behind Krillin and his companions.
Just as the defending troops regained their footing, the hundreds and thousands of black holes overhead suddenly began to tremble violently.
Aww--!
A piercing scream emanated from inside the black hole. Immediately afterwards, countless Demon Realm soldiers, wielding bone spears and battle axes, poured out of the black hole like Chiaotzu being dropped into boiling water, instantly turning the sky above into a dark, oppressive mass, completely blocking out even the sunlight.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the largest black hole in the very center of the sky suddenly emitted a piercing sound like tearing fabric, its edges expanding wildly to both sides.
A foot wearing a red high-heeled boot was the first to step out of the black hole.
Towa hovered in mid-air, staff in hand. Beside her, the imposing Mira took a step forward, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her expressionless face blank.
Immediately afterwards, three enormous Demon Realm warriors, Gure, Shroom, and Salsa, walked slowly out of the black hole behind the two.
Each of the three of them had a Dark Dragon Balls embedded in their chest, pulsating violently, with eerie black and red patterns spreading from the edges of the Dragon Ball to their entire skin.
boom!
Five enormous streams of dark demonic energy descended from the sky without reservation!
It filled the entire venue!
Krillin felt as if his chest was blocked, as if all the air in his lungs had been squeezed out, and his face turned red.
The others also had throbbing veins on their foreheads and ashen faces.
The aura emanating from these guys!
That's terrifying!
These guys!
Why did it have to happen at this crucial moment!
Right now, none of the top fighters like the General, Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo are at the base!
Even Dr. Gero's android warriors are currently undergoing optimization upon returning to their capsule!
There's no way these few people could possibly withstand such an enemy!
Amond spat and reached out to tug at the chain on his shoulder.
"They picked a perfect time; General Turles and Kakarot are both away."
An atmosphere of despair spread through the defending troops' ranks.
On a desolate hill dozens of kilometers away from the base.
A cold wind swept past, carrying sand and dust.
Four figures stood silently in the shadows of the mountain ridge, watching the chaotic battle clouds rising in the distance.
Moro stood at the front with his hands behind his back, his withered goat face revealing no emotion.
Saganbo took a half step forward, bent down, and grinned as he stared at the distant base.
" Moro! Shall we play with these guys for a bit?"
Saganbo was itching to try.
I still haven't fully recovered from the frustration of being severely injured by those Saiyan on Earth.
Seeing the Demon Realm causing chaos, he desperately wanted to rush in and wreak havoc.
Moro shook his head slightly, a chilling smile spreading across his lips.
"Those guys in the Demon Realm are the ones who need to worry, we have nothing to rush! Our prey hasn't appeared yet!"
Saganbo was taken aback upon hearing this, then stopped in his tracks and retreated with his hands at his sides.
Yunba scratched her hair, not daring to say another word.
High in the sky.
Towa's mood was far less composed than Moro's.
She floated in mid-air, her fingers gripping the staff tighter and tighter.
Towa was undoubtedly more anxious than they were at that moment!
She also knew that there didn't seem to be any particularly strong Power Level here.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and an uncontrollable smile crept onto his tense lips.
A golden opportunity.
The Demon Realm essence within his chest cavity was resonating intensely with the deepest part of the base below.
Dark One-Star Dragon Ball!
Right below this building!
Towa's eyes gleamed with a red light.
Towa suddenly raised the long-handled magic wand in her hand.
The crimson crystal at the tip of the wand suddenly emitted a blinding red light!
The spatial black holes overhead, which were already tearing apart, were violently catalyzed by the magic, causing their edges to collapse and expand outwards at an alarming rate!
Awooo--!
Thousands upon thousands of demonic soldiers wielding bone-bladed Demon Realm axes surged forth from the void rifts like a burst dam of black water.
The screams and shrieks shattered the tranquility of the sky.
Towa's long hair danced wildly in the raging air currents as she swung her wand forward sharply, pointing it at the massive core of the base below.
"The last Dragon Ball! It's so close! Go and get it for me!"
A piercing shriek pierced the sky.
Mira, standing beside Towa, felt her feet slip and her body sink slightly, ready to intercept any unexpected events that might occur.
Behind the two, the three Demon Realm generals, Gure, Shroom, and Salsa, simultaneously let out cruel, sinister laughs.