In the midst of the chaos, Yamiru reacted swiftly, employing a technique similar to the Eight-Arm Fist and Afterimage Fist, leaving a temporary afterimage of his lower leg.
If King Chappa had used this kick, he might have brazenly claimed it as his own, calling it the "Eight Legs Kick" and starting a martial arts school...
Beneath the shattered ground, Minto's crimson eyes revealed shock.
This was precisely the essence of techniques like the Afterimage Fist.
It aimed to exploit the opponent's momentary surprise, confusion, or hesitation.
Seizing the opportunity of his opponent's stunned moment, Yamiru's real kick, hidden behind the dissipating afterimage, landed squarely on Minto's bear-like face.
Simultaneously, a small Kamehameha wave condensed beneath his foot, erupting in a swift burst.
Boom!
Yamiru stomped his foot, creating an impact akin to a cannon blast against the ground, causing the surrounding area to shake violently.
"No, impossible... this human is clearly weaker than me..." Minto growled in disbelief, his face scorched and smoking, his entire demonic body buried in the rubble beneath the ground.
After kicking Minto into the ground, Yamiru didn't hesitate and immediately leaped into the sky.
The instant he left the ground, several parallel energy beams grazed his feet, the very technique Namek had learned from Yamiru's imitation Dodon Ray, a counterfeit of a counterfeit.
Minto, just crawling out of the crater in the rubble, was once again bombarded by Namek's knockoff Dodon Rays, a barrage of explosions and flames engulfing him, seemingly at his end.
Just then, more demonic soldiers swarmed in from all directions, emerging like a tide from the cracks in the ground and the surrounding mist.
Yamiru flew to Yamoshi's side in mid-air. The Saiyan girl held Moro's gaping maw between two fingers, as if it were weightless. No matter how ferociously Moro bared its fangs and attacked with its limbs, it couldn't pry open a sliver of space or inflict any damage on Yamoshi, who scrutinized the captured demon with a frown.
"What's wrong?" Yamiru asked. Was she hesitating to kill?
"I think I understand..." Yamoshi murmured to herself, not looking at Yamiru or glancing back. Instead, she pointed her other hand in a direction behind her, her fingertip emitting a counterfeit of a counterfeit of a counterfeit Dodon Ray, which streaked through the dim air in a bright line, accurately hitting the forehead of a demon charging towards them.
Yamiru's pupils contracted.
At that moment, the demons swarming to attack them were as numerous as a tide, and the Earth's warriors on the ground were fighting a bloody battle. But... the demon Yamoshi had just killed, if Yamiru's senses were correct, was the one with the strongest aura among them.
Was it a coincidence?
The Moro in Yamoshi's hand, sensing the human girl's growing unfathomable power, struggled fiercely, only to be casually tossed away by Yamoshi, who turned her head and fired an energy blast to kill it.
"You've learned to sense energy?" Yamiru asked in surprise. What kind of progress speed was this? He couldn't tell if he was the slow learner or Yamoshi was a genius.
Yamoshi thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "It seems I can only sense the demons' energy... yours and Namek's energy feels rather obscure, I can't quite make it out."
As she spoke, the battle below intensified.
Moreover, Yamiru and Namek simultaneously looked up, their gazes meeting in the direction of the mist. "It must be the Earthlings who came here before, there are survivors! Let's go..."
Just as he was about to head off with Namek to rescue them, leaving Yamoshi behind, a flying carpet suddenly appeared beside them, floating in the air as if teleported.
Namek and Yamiru were both startled, and Yamoshi, belatedly realizing what was happening, also looked over warily.
On the flying carpet, Mr. Popo, with his expressionless charcoal-black face, was also surprised to see a "dragon-like demon" interacting with humans. After careful observation, he concluded that this demon's energy was indeed different.
"Mr. Popo? What's he doing here?" Yamiru wondered inwardly.
"Who are you?" Namek stopped his flight and asked, sensing the other's peaceful aura, clearly not that of a demon or an evil being. "Are you here to exterminate the demons too?"
"No, Mr. Popo has his own mission," Mr. Popo said woodenly. "Besides, Annin said that the demons must be eliminated by the Earthlings themselves."
"Hmm? What does this mean?" Namek and Yamoshi exchanged a glance. "It has to be done by an Earthling?"
Yamiru asked, "Mr. Popo, have you already met Annin? Her ki is growing weaker and weaker. How is she now? We need to get her out of there." Meanwhile, he was thinking—could it be that the Supreme Elderly Lord was actually the first Earthly deity? And was he now witnessing this moment in history?
Mr. Popo replied, "She's been poisoned. Mr. Popo wants her to become Earth's deity—perhaps that could help her purge the deadly demonic poison inside her. But she refused. She's barely holding on with the Furnace of Eight Divisions."
"A deity?"
Although Namek and Yamoshi were curious about these matters, they understood the situation the moment they heard about the poisoning. They knew this was best left to Yamiru. Meanwhile, the ground beneath them, as well as the group of survivors Namek had sensed, were in grave danger. Without further questions, the two exchanged a look and then flew off separately to help fend off the demon clan.
"She refused?" Yamiru pondered this for a moment before saying to Mr. Popo, "If it's poisoning, I'm confident I can cleanse it completely right away. Please take me to her." He glanced at the flying carpet beneath Mr. Popo's feet.
Mr. Popo hesitated for a moment. After Yamiru stepped onto the carpet, he asked, "This is Demon King Samuel's most potent poison. Annin has been deeply afflicted... Are you truly confident?"
"I have absolute confidence in the Dragon God." Yamiru nodded. "Trust me. If even I can't purify it, then there may not be a single being in the entire universe who can."
Mr. Popo made no comment on Yamiru's seemingly bold claim. He simply nodded, silently controlled the magic carpet, and just like before, they vanished into the toxic mist.
On the ground, Yamoshi struck with a powerful punch, blasting out a beam of energy that wiped out a large wave of incoming demon clansmen.
Not far away, several fleeing Earthlings were desperately avoiding the demons chasing them. Namek, turning into a flash of light, charged straight into the chest of one of the pursuing demons, phasing through it as if it were nothing. He suddenly halted in midair, turned back, and asked, "The energy here is making ki sensing difficult. Are there any other survivors?"
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Inside Demon King Samuel's palace, deep within the underground cavern, the flying carpet once again appeared next to the massive Furnace of Eight Divisions.
Yamiru's first thought: Did the furnace shrink?
His second thought, after scanning the surroundings, struck him like a bolt—this cavern… wasn't this the same one he had seen before when he, Tights, Bulma and Goku were searching for the Dragon Balls?
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