Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 256 The Spirit Bomb is Complete

Piccolo was tossed around in the air like a rag doll by Frieza, completely defenseless. Frieza's mocking and disdainful gaze made it seem as if he were toying with an ant. Suddenly, Frieza kicked out, and Piccolo plummeted straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

With a muffled thud, Piccolo collapsed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His limbs were limp and lifeless, his fingers digging deep into the soil, every muscle a testament to his powerlessness and pain. Piccolo struggled to lift his head, looking at Goku not far away, and murmured with his last remaining strength, "Is it over? Goku, I really can't hold on any longer. I can't fight Frieza anymore..."

Sun Wukong was extremely anxious, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. While gathering his energy with all his might, he shouted back, "Piccolo, just a moment! Just a moment, the Spirit Bomb will be ready soon, and then we can defeat Frieza in one fell swoop!"

Frieza landed slowly, his heavy footsteps seeming to pound on Piccolo and Goku's hearts. He strolled leisurely between them, then slowly lowered his head, a cruel sneer on his face, looking down at Piccolo and saying in a chilling voice, "Since you're in such a hurry, then I'll grant your wish and send you to hell first!"

Frieza, a cruel smile playing on his lips, slowly extended his finger, pointing precisely at Piccolo's head. Piccolo's eyes widened, fear engulfing him like a tidal wave; his blood seemed to freeze, every nerve filled with endless terror.

Frieza, seeing Piccolo's helpless and terrified expression, sneered disdainfully, about to unleash the deadly energy at his fingertips. Just then, two energy waves, like lightning, shot towards Frieza from afar. Frieza reacted swiftly, calmly sidestepping to easily deflect them. The energy waves struck him heavily, but like ants trying to shake a tree, they only created ripples; he remained unharmed.

Piccolo was shocked. He forced his aching body to look up and saw Krillin and Gohan standing on a distant mountaintop. The energy wave from earlier was emitted by them. Piccolo smiled bitterly to himself and muttered helplessly, "Their energy is almost depleted, yet they're still forcing themselves to attack like this."

Frieza followed the direction from which the energy wave had come, looking at Krillin and Gohan. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he coldly sneered, "Hmph, so it's these two flies. How annoying!"

Having been repeatedly tricked by several people, Frieza could no longer suppress his raging fury. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his sharp nails digging deep into his palms, and bright red blood slowly seeped out from between his fingers. Veins bulged on his forehead, like angry little snakes writhing beneath his skin.

"Aaaaaah!" Frieza roared to the sky, his voice filled with madness and murderous intent. "But this is the end of it all! I will turn you and this planet into cosmic dust!" With that, he let out a chilling, eerie laugh, "Hehehehehehehehehehe..."

At this moment, Frieza's face was extremely ferocious, his features twisted together, like a demon crawling out of hell. He slowly raised his finger above his head, and at the tip of his finger, a strange black energy ball quietly condensed, emitting a hissing sound. As Frieza continued to pour energy into it, the energy ball expanded rapidly at a visible speed, and the terrifying aura it emitted made the surrounding air tremble.

Frieza's lips curled into a cruel smile as he continued to gather energy and slowly ascended into the air. His figure, silhouetted against the black energy sphere, appeared even more sinister and terrifying. The earth beneath his feet seemed to sense the approaching catastrophe, trembling slightly as if whimpering in fear.

Piccolo watched Frieza slowly ascend, enveloped in terrifying black energy spheres, his heart filled with despair and anxiety. He endured the pain throughout his body, his legs trembling, and struggled to his feet. His gaze quickly locked onto Goku, his voice trembling and urgent: "Goku, are you done yet? If this drags on any longer, we and this planet will be finished!"

Large beads of sweat rolled down Sun Wukong's forehead. His expression was solemn, his teeth clenched, but his eyes shone with determination. Feeling the surging power of the Spirit Bomb in his hand, he finally said in a deep voice, "Alright, it's finished!"

Bick was frantic and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hurry up, Old Sun, there's no time!"

Sun Wukong's aura suddenly surged, his legs firmly planted on the ground, and he roared, "Ah—!" The roar seemed to pierce the sky, causing the surrounding air to vibrate violently. Immediately afterward, his arm muscles tensed, and his hands slammed down, unleashing a Spirit Bomb, imbued with countless life forces, carrying a world-destroying force, like a falling star, hurtling towards Frieza.

At this moment, Frieza was still immersed in the madness of impending destruction, completely unaware that danger had already descended. Right above his head, a Spirit Bomb, enveloped in dazzling light, hurtled towards him. In an instant, the Spirit Bomb struck the black energy ball in Frieza's hand, which emanated an eerie aura, with perfect accuracy.

A tremendous impact erupted instantly, accompanied by a deafening roar, like the primordial chaos of the beginning of the universe. The black energy blast shattered like fragile glass upon impact, dissipating into countless black fragments into the vast universe.

Witnessing the cataclysmic collision, Piccolo knew that a terrifying energy storm was about to follow, so he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Get down!"

Upon hearing this, no one dared to hesitate for a moment. Their legs went weak, and they all dropped to the ground as fast as they could. Some covered their heads with their hands, while others closed their eyes tightly. Everyone silently prayed that they could escape this calamity.

Frieza watched helplessly as the Spirit Bomb hurtled towards him with immense force. The madness on his face was instantly replaced by terror, and he kept muttering, "How is this possible? How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible!" But reality did not allow him to question it. As the Spirit Bomb drew closer and closer, the fear of death completely enveloped him.

In a panic, Frieza instinctively stretched out his hands, attempting to stop the Spirit Bomb from falling with his own strength. His arms trembled from the effort, and his energy surged wildly, trying to resist the overwhelming force. However, it was all in vain. Under the powerful thrust of the Spirit Bomb, his body descended uncontrollably, every inch of air feeling like a heavy shackle, making it hard for him to breathe.