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!
Gure's cheek instantly swelled up, several bloody yellow teeth flew out of his mouth, and he was sent flying sideways, hammer and all.
Shroom wielded his Death Scythe with both hands, the cold blade slicing through the air as it slashed diagonally towards Son Gohan.
Faced with the sharp blade so close at hand, Son Gohan's cold eyes flickered slightly.
He tilted his neck two inches to the left, easily dodging the blade that brushed past his face.
Shroom, and he was about to change his move to a horizontal sweep.
Son Gohan's right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers gripping the metal handle of the scythe tightly, his arm muscles tensing, and he pulled back with tremendous force!
Shroom felt a powerful force surge through his hand, and he was uncontrollably pulled forward, falling with his chest wide open.
Son Gohan's left fist was already poised to strike, and he delivered a solid punch to the side of the Dark Dragon Balls in Shroom's chest as he charged forward!
Defeat them!
Having landed a successful blow, Son Gohan did not press his advantage.
Seeing his companions suffer repeated setbacks, Salsa's expression turned serious. He suddenly pushed forward with both hands, throwing out the magical net that gleamed with venomous light, which fell over Piccolo's head.
The magic net grew longer in mid-air, emitting nauseating, corrosive black smoke.
Golden Orange Piccolo snorted coldly, standing still without dodging or avoiding, and directly stretched out his arms, his two large hands precisely grabbing the mesh at the edge of the magic net.
"A trivial skill!"
Piccolo's arm muscles bulged as he grabbed the net and ripped it apart!
Sizzle--!
The incredibly tough venomous net was torn in two by Piccolo's brute strength, dissipating into a cloud of black mist.
Salsa became alert and turned to retreat.
Piccolo kicked off the air with both feet, and with a sonic boom, he instantly closed in on Salsa, his towering shadow completely enveloping him.
His neck snapped back, and then he slammed forward!
Thump!
A powerful headbutt struck Salsa head-on, sending him sprawling across the face and crashing backward.
Under the initial standoff
The four formidable enemies that had come on strong have been completely contained!
The previously silent and oppressive defending troops below, after a brief moment of stunned silence, instantly erupted into chaos!
"So strong!"
"Those guys are being held off!"
"It's Lord Son Goku and his companions! We're saved!"
Hundreds of legion soldiers raised their energy guns high, shouting wildly, their despair from being suffocated by the dark demonic energy vanishing completely.
Standing at the very front of the formation, Krillin watched the four people displaying their might in the sky, and the heart that had been in his throat finally settled back into his stomach.
He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, exhaled a long breath, and grinned.
"Phew... that really scared me."
"But now it seems that with Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, and Vegeta around, these oddly-looking guys shouldn't be able to cause any trouble. The problem can finally be solved."
Tien Shinhan, hovering beside Krillin, showed no sign of relaxing.
Tien Shinhan's gaze was fixed on the higher heavens.
There, Tova, holding her long-handled magic Towa, and Mira, with her hands hanging limply at her sides, hovered silently below the black hole, not moving a single finger from beginning to end.
Don't get too excited yet.
"Perhaps the really troublesome one is yet to come."
Hearing this cold water, Krillin's smile froze, and he looked up in Tien Shinhan's direction.
Amond also dropped his relaxed demeanor, his brows furrowing again, and he clicked his tongue with a worried expression.
"That certainly seems to be the case."
"That guy! He's clearly their leader!"
Daiz in the front row, listened to their conversation.
He raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, tilting his head left and right, his knuckles making a series of cracking sounds.
"No matter what, with Kakarot and the others holding the fort up there, we can't just stand by and watch!"
"We have to do what we can!"
The moment he finished speaking, Daiz stomped his feet on the void, a surging white wave of energy erupting around him, and he transformed into a cannonball, charging towards the dark mass of the Demon Realm soldiers above.
"That's right!"
Tien Shinhan and the Chiaotzu next to him exchanged a tacit gesture, nodded at the same time, and then Daiz's figure rose up from the ground.
Seeing this, Krillin and Amond didn't delay any longer.
Amond roared, whipping his braid and soaring into the sky. Krillin's aura surged, and together with the soldiers of the legion behind him, they charged forward like a tidal wave, crashing into the howling army of monsters.
The roar of the energy beams colliding with the bone axes instantly filled the low-altitude battlefield.
High above, a cold wind blew through Towa's disheveled silver hair.
She looked down at the battle raging all around her, her previous composure completely gone. Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her fingers gripped her wand more and more tightly.
Besides Frieza and the general, there are actually so many powerful individuals hidden within Frieza Force!
She was right to choose to avoid Frieza Force!
Otherwise, they might not even be able to collect the other Dragon Ball...
Towa secretly rejoiced.
But things are different now!
She has collected six of the seven Dark Dragon Balls, and the last one is on this planet!
Having come this far, there's absolutely no reason to turn back empty-handed!
Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire blocking our way, we will still tear down this foundation today!
Towa gritted her teeth, no longer holding back, turned half her body, and shouted directly at the burly figure beside her.
" Mira!"
Mira paused almost imperceptibly upon hearing the order.
Instead of immediately leaping out of the air, he turned his face to look at Towa was standing close by.
The battlefield is currently in chaos. Although the four ridiculously strong guys below are being held up by Gure and his group, they are clearly handling the situation with ease.
Not to mention that there was a rather unreliable Moro crouching behind them!
"Lady Towa, by your side..."
Mira's voice was low and hoarse, revealing obvious concern.
He is the greatest masterpiece created by Towa, and protecting Towa's safety is the highest priority engraved in his core.
Once he steps into the chaos below, if any survivors slip through the net or that old man Moro takes advantage of the situation, Towa alone will not be able to withstand it.
Towa met Mira's face, the anxiety in her chest overriding all her concerns, and pointed to the fierce battle raging below.
Don't worry about me!
He said no more, silently withdrew his gaze, and nodded heavily to Towa.
"I see."
Mira slowly turned around, facing the battlefield below amidst the raging gunfire, her hands, which had been hanging naturally at her sides, slowly clenched into fists.