High above the Planet Turles, Mira clenched her fists, her right foot just kicking off the void, preparing to dive into the melee below.
The instant his center of gravity shifted forward, the air directly in front of him twisted and folded without warning, rippling out in circles of visible transparent waves.
A violent spatial repulsive force slammed into her, abruptly halting Mira's forward momentum.
Mira's feet left two white marks in mid-air as she forcibly stopped herself and raised her right arm to block in front of her.
This sudden spatial fluctuation was so intense that it instantly drowned out the roar of artillery fire from the low-altitude battlefield.
Towa, hovering below the black hole, gripped her long-handled wand tightly. Even Moro and his gang, who were watching the battle from the distant mountain ridge with their hands behind their backs, turned their heads at the same time, staring at the center of the violently shaking void.
The center of the ripples suddenly collapsed inward, and three figures stepped out of thin air, standing steadily high in the sky.
The leader's upper body was covered with thick, dark red body hair, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his long red tail swayed gently in the wind.
It was Turles was maintaining his Limit Form.
On his left and right sides, the muscular Broly and the round, obese Majin Buu stood side by side.
The moment the three of them stood in the air, most of the chilling demonic energy that had been pressing down on the base was dispersed.
Hearing the commotion, Krillin, who was desperately fighting among the monsters below, cleaved through the Demon Realm minions in front of him with Destructo Disc and looked up at the sky.
Upon recognizing that distinctive dark red hair, Krillin was overjoyed and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"It's General Turles!"
"The general is back!"
Amondo, not far away, smashed the skulls of two monsters with a single slap!
"Ha ha!"
Daiz raised his arms and shouted, and the soldiers of the entire low-altitude defense line instantly erupted in cheers. The morale of the previously strained defense line soared, and the cheers were deafening.
Amidst the fierce battle raging high in the sky, Son Goku Gure with a single punch, glanced over here and grinned, letting out a slight sigh of relief.
"Finally made it! That's great!"
On the other side, Vegeta, who was being brutally beaten by Yunba, snorted and increased the force of his punches.
Son Gohan and Piccolo exchanged a glance, then forced their respective opponents back, their auras rising once more.
With the commander-in-chief present, we can now go all out and get down to business.
On a desolate mountain ridge in the distance, a cold wind billowed Moro's wide cloak.
Moro saw Turles and the fat man's figures high in the sky, and his lips curled up slightly.
"Oh! That's great!"
Moro clapped his hands, a hoarse whisper rolling down his throat.
"It's finally here...?"
The person in charge, whom we've been waiting for so long, has finally shown up, and the feast he's meticulously prepared can finally begin.
On the other side of the sky, Towa's face instantly darkened.
This guy!
He's probably a general in Frieza Force!
The tall man standing next to him was none other than the strange savage who had beaten Mira half to death on Planet Vampa!
As Luo Ligang regained his footing in mid-air, facing the chaotic shouts of battle below, he subconsciously scanned the entire scene.
I only glanced at it.
Hundreds of meters away in the void, he precisely locked onto Mira, who was hovering beside Towa.
Enemies meet on a narrow road.
The two met eye to eye, their expressions simultaneously darkening. The previously calm air around them instantly exploded, tearing the clouds beneath their feet to shreds.
Broly still vividly remembers the harm Mira caused Ba.
New and old grudges surged into his heart, and the anger that had been building up in his chest rose rapidly. Broly's chest heaved violently, and he exhaled heavy white breaths from his nostrils.
Mira, on the other side, was also staring intently at Broly.
Back on Planet Vampa, he was brutally beaten by this unreasonable savage right in front of Towa.
What a disgrace!
Mira glanced down at her clenched fists, the Demon Realm power within her body, Fusion with the Dark Dragon Balls, roaring and surging through her veins.
Things are different now than they used to be.
He has now obtained the power of the Dark Dragon Balls!
Since this savage dared to deliver himself to our doorstep, we might as well use his life to wash away the shame of the past!
Intense, dark purple demonic energy surged wildly from Mira's body, corroding the surrounding space with a hissing sound.
Faced with Mira's undisguised provocation, six months ago Broly would have pounced on her with bloodshot eyes and started smashing things.
Broly forcibly suppressed the urge to tear his opponent to pieces, turned half his body to the side, cast a questioning look at Turles beside him, and asked for instructions in a deep voice.
"General?"
Turles glanced in the direction he was looking and saw Mira, whose demonic energy was surging across from him.
Turles crossed his arms and nodded slightly to Broly with his chin.
"Go."
Having obtained permission, Broly had no more reservations.
He abruptly turned around, facing Mira in the distance. His tall frame leaned slightly forward, golden light flickering across his body, and his blood seemed to boil and roar in anticipation of the impending battle.
How much skill has he gained in half a year of arduous training? Let's test his mettle against this defeated opponent!
Turles and Majin Buu beside him turned their heads at the same time, passing through the flying energy beams and monster limbs, and locked onto Moro and his gang on the desolate mountain ridge in the distance.
Upon seeing Moro's goat-like face, Majin Buu's round belly suddenly swelled up.
The ancient memories belonging to the Grand Supreme Kai surged within him once more, and two thick plumes of white smoke hissed out from the vents on his head. The simple and foolish expression on his chubby face vanished, leaving only pure ferocity and disgust.
"You bastard! You nasty bastard!"
Buu clenched his two pink fists.
Facing the undisguised, chilling killing intent of Turles and Buu, Moro, standing atop the highest point of the ridge, not only did not back down, but instead grinned and gave them a provocative sneer.
Moro slowly raised his hands, separated them to the left and right, and lightly placed them on the shoulders of Saganbo and Seven-Three beside him.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a deep, eerie blackish-purple light shone forth.
Saganbo and Seven-Three's bodies shuddered violently at the same time, and they were instantly engulfed by an incredibly dense, dark purple magic power.
Two enormous, suffocatingly terrifying auras shot up along the mountain ridge, shattering the clouds high in the sky.
Saganbo's muscles swelled again, the veins on his body gleamed with a metallic black sheen, and his breathing was heavy and thunderous; next to him, Seven-Three's forehead gem glowed brightly red, and the demonic energy surrounding him solidified like liquid armor.
Turles raised an eyebrow and lowered his arms from his chest.
On the ridge, Moro released his grip and took half a step back.
Saganbo and Seven-Three, both empowered by terrifying abilities, took a step forward simultaneously!
Bang!
The entire mountain ridge beneath their feet was instantly blasted into dust.
Saganbo and Seven-Three transformed into two streaks of blackish-purple lightning, instantly traversing vast distances and appearing in mid-air less than a hundred meters directly in front of Turles and Majin Buu!