"Roar! Aaaaaah--!"
A heart-wrenching roar echoed from the mountain ridge.
Yunba, whose body was being torn apart by magic, roared in agony and shattered the rock beneath his feet.
He dragged his out-of-control body, splattering blood and mist, crashing through the atmosphere and transforming into a purplish-black meteor, charging straight towards Son Goku and his companions.
The air along the way was compressed and exploded by the violent magic emanating from his body, and the foul-smelling blood mixed with black smoke left long trails in the air.
Gure, Shroom, and Salsa, who were charging forward, were startled by Yunba's sudden intervention.
The violent impact force ripped up the surrounding air currents.
The three of them quickly stopped in mid-air, turning to the side to make way for the out-of-control monster.
"What the hell?"
Gure, carrying the heavy black iron hammer in one hand, felt his face sting from the bloody gust of wind that brushed past him.
Why did this madman suddenly rush up?
Shroom Lulu, standing beside him, gripped the Grim Reaper's scythe tightly, his heart sinking as he watched Yunba crumble and bleed profusely.
Something's not right.
This guy wasn't particularly strong before, especially compared to those who possessed the Dark Dragon Balls.
To think that he could possess such power now!
Shroom swallowed hard.
The aura this guy is currently unleashing is in no way inferior to those who Fusion the Dark Dragon Balls!
"That old monster named Moro..."
Salsa's voice was strained.
"Can a mere infusion of magic really transform a piece of trash into this?"
Gure's expression shifted between light and shadow, and the Dark Dragon Balls in his chest throbbed violently.
The three exchanged a glance, a deep sense of apprehension rising within them simultaneously.
Moro's methods are terrifying; he treats living people as disposable commodities, turning them into human bombs.
Cooperating with such a madman is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.
Before they could even suppress the chill in their hearts, Yunba had already rushed to the front of the line.
With Yunba's intervention, the aerial battle instantly transformed from a numerical advantage to a four-on-four duel.
"Kill! Return the power to Moro!"
Yunba gripped the bulging muscles on his chest with both hands, his mouth full of fangs dripping with blood and foam, and muffled roars rumbling from his throat.
His blood vessels were still rupturing one after another, and the excruciating pain drove him to completely lose his mind. All he wanted to do was tear everything in front of him to pieces.
On the opposing side, Vegeta, engulfed in crimson divine flames, set his sights on Yunba.
"Snort."
Vegeta snorted a cold laugh, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, and he deliberately broke away from the line to go forward.
"This guy! He's just in time!"
This time, he's going to crush this guy head-on, fair and square, all by himself!
Vegeta has not forgotten the humiliation of being severely damaged on Earth by Saganbo, who used it as a breakthrough point.
Seeing that Son Goku had chosen his opponent, Vegeta raised his hand, touched the tip of his nose, and grinned.
"All right!"
"But don't be careless, this guy's aura seems very abnormal right now."
Mind your own business, Kakarot!
Vegeta cursed without turning his head, accelerated, and transformed into a streak of crimson light, rushing straight towards Yunba.
Son Goku suppressed his smile and turned to look at Piccolo and Son Gohan beside him.
"Then the remaining three, that's just enough for each of us!"
"That suits me perfectly."
Piccolo's body shone with a brilliant golden-orange light as he responded in a deep voice.
Son Gohan nodded slightly, and a burst of energy erupted from his body.
Without saying a word, the three of them tacitly dispersed in three different directions to meet the three Demon Realm generals.
High in the sky, battlefields exploded simultaneously on all four sides!
Boom!
Vegeta and Yunba instantly closed the distance between them.
"Die!!"
Yunba roared and leaped up, swinging his swollen arms, which, wrapped in dense black-purple demonic energy, slammed down on Vegeta.
Before the fist even landed, the violent wind pressure had already torn a large gash in the clouds below.
Vegeta hovered in mid-air, neither dodging nor avoiding.
"You big, stupid idiot!"
Vegeta clenched his right fist, the crimson God Ki highly concentrated on his fist, and head-on clashed with that huge fist!
Thump--!
Two fists, one large and one small, collided solidly in mid-air.
The blinding shockwave instantly exploded into a ring of air, sweeping across an area of a kilometer.
Vegeta stood firmly in mid-air, his feet firmly planted on the ground, exuding confidence!
On the other hand, Yunba's thick left arm was trembling violently.
Click! Click!
A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.
Yunba's forward momentum was abruptly halted, and the knuckles of his left fist were instantly torn apart.
But it was no use!
His mind was filled with nothing but endless rage.
The physical damage was no longer enough to stop him!
Gure swung his half-man-high black iron hammer with both hands, the Dark Dragon Balls on his chest blazing with red light, and smashed it down on Son Goku with the ferocious force of Mount Tai crashing down.
The howling wind sealed off the space in front of them.
Son Goku looked up at the falling hammer and crouched slightly.
Just as the hammer was about to strike his head, Son Goku advanced instead of retreating, leaping up from the ground.
He lightly touched the rough surface of the hammer with the toe of his right foot, and using the force of the downward strike, he nimbly leaped into the air.
"What? Where are they?!"
Gure's hammer struck empty air, and the momentum carried him halfway down. He hurriedly looked up.
In my field of vision, a blinding crimson flame loomed large in front of me.
Son Goku twisted and spun in mid-air, his right leg lashing out with a whip kick wreathed in red light, striking Gure hard on the right cheek!