Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 618 Despair for All Humanity! Fang Yu Descends from the Sky!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Bulma were hiding in a half-ruined basement when Yajirobe rushed in carrying the unconscious Goku on his back.

"How is he?" Bulma immediately went to check on him.

Yajirobe placed Goku on the makeshift bed: "He's still alive, but badly injured."

Tien Shinhan clenched his fist: "We must find a way to stop King Piccolo, or the whole world will be destroyed by him."

"Even Wukong can't beat him, what else can we do?" Dumpling said in despair.

Tien Shinhan's three eyes suddenly lit up: "No, there's still one person if he's still alive."

"Who?" Bulma and Gyoza asked in unison.

“General Yu,” Tien Shinhan said in a deep voice, “the champion of the previous martial arts tournament.”

The basement was completely silent.

Bulma suddenly clenched her thigh. "The Red Ribbon Army has been causing trouble all along. I still can't find the whereabouts of Planet One, and Planet Four is in Piccolo's hands. How could we possibly get it?"

"Where's Master Roshi?" Goku's weak voice suddenly rang out; he had woken up at some point.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally Launch spoke up: "He...he went to find Piccolo the Great Demon King."

"What!" Tien Shinhan clenched his fist in anger. "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

Launch's voice trembled with tears, "Master Roshi... he told me not to tell anyone."

Master Roshi stood in a wide-open plaza, with the destroyed city behind him and Piccolo Daimaō floating in the air in front of him.

“Mutaito’s disciple.” Piccolo recognized the old man carrying the tortoise shell. “Are you here to die?”

Master Roshi took off his sunglasses, revealing a determined look in his eyes: "No, I'm here to complete the work that my teacher didn't finish."

He pulled a rice cooker from his pocket and struck a peculiar starting pose.

Piccolo's expression changed for the first time.

"Evil Containment Wave?!" he exclaimed in shock. "Impossible! Mutaito is dead, no one in this world knows it!"

"Evil Containment Wave!" Master Roshi shouted, his entire body's energy surging wildly towards the rice cooker, a green energy vortex rushing straight towards Piccolo!

Bick was horrified to find himself unable to move, his body being pulled uncontrollably toward the rice cooker.

"No! This is impossible!"

Hiding behind the distant ruins of a building, Tien Shinhan held his breath, his three eyes fixed on the scene.

Just as Piccolo was about to be sucked into the rice cooker, Master Roshi's movements suddenly froze, and the energy vortex became disordered.

"Oh no!" Tien Shinhan cried out, "He's running out of ki!"

Master Roshi's face was deathly pale, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He gritted his teeth and tried to continue, but his aging body had reached its limit.

The energy of the Demon Sealing Wave began to backfire, and cracks appeared on the rice cooker.

"Hahaha!" Piccolo broke free of his restraints, laughing wildly as he charged towards Master Roshi. "Old man, you've failed!"

With his last strength, Master Roshi turned his head to look in the direction where Tien Shinhan was hiding, his lips moved as he said something, before Piccolo's beam pierced his chest.

Tianjin Fan covered his mouth tightly, trying not to make a sound.

He saw Master Roshi's lips move—"Resurrect Fang Yu"

On the beach of Kame-sen-ya, the tide crashes against the rocks, creating a hollow echo.

Tien Shinhan stood next to Master Roshi's sunbathing deck chair, his three eyes gazing at the horizon.

The recliner still has a dent shaped like Master Roshi, as if that lecherous old man might appear at any moment with a glass of juice.

"Tianjin Rice" dumplings floated to his side, and a little hand tugged at his clothes, "Can we really succeed?"

Tien Shinhan gripped the planet tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The scene of the raid on the Red Ribbon Army headquarters three days ago is still flashing through my mind.

"It has to succeed." Tien Shinhan's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth. He turned around and looked behind him. Bulma was adjusting the Dragon Radar, Launch was on guard with a machine gun, Yajirobe was squatting in a corner eating a bun, and Goku was...
Little Wukong lay on a makeshift stretcher, his chest wrapped in bandages.

His fight with Bick nearly cost him his life, and now he's barely clinging to life.

"The sage said that Fang Yu used up all the Senzu Beans," Yajirobe said, smacking his lips. "Damn it! What was that guy doing taking so many Senzu Beans?!"

"Why isn't Pilaf here yet?" Bulma irritably tapped her Dragon Radar. "He said he'd be here before sunset."

"Shh!" Lan Qi suddenly raised a finger, her long blue hair ruffled by the sea breeze. "There's movement!"

From behind the distant sand dunes, a small figure tumbled and crawled toward them.

King Pilaf's purple turban was askew, his face was covered in abrasions, and he was clutching something tightly in his arms.

"He's here! He's here!" The dumpling floated up a few inches excitedly.

Pilaf collapsed in front of the crowd, gasping for breath, holding up the four-star token: "I...I stole it! That monster almost found out!"

Tien Shinhan snatched the Dragon Ball and used all three eyes to check its authenticity.

Inside the orange planet, four red stars twinkled faintly. "Well done," Tien Shinhan said, a rare smile appearing on his face. "Now we have all seven."

Bulma immediately set to work, arranging the seven Dragon Balls in a circle.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the Dragon Ball, casting long shadows that resembled seven silent guardians.

"Wait." Yamcha suddenly grabbed Bulma's hand. "Listen..."

A subtle vibration came from the air, like distant thunder.

Tien Shinhan looked up abruptly, his third eye's pupil contracting: "Oh no! He's found out!"

"Summon the dragon!" Pilaf screamed as he hid behind a rock.

Bulma took a deep breath and raised her hands: "Come forth, Shenron!"

In an instant, the seven Dragon Balls burst forth with dazzling golden light.

The sea was boiling, the dark clouds were churning, and a bolt of lightning cleaved the sky!

A colossal green dragon appeared in the vortex, its red eyes blazing as it looked down upon all living beings.

"Speak your wishes." The dragon's voice shook the pebbles on the beach.

Tien Shinhan stepped forward, his voice trembling: "Please, revive the team."

"Hahaha!"

A piercing laugh interrupted him, and a gale blew the people beneath the dragon into the sea!

A dark shadow descended from the sky and crashed heavily into the center of the Dragon Ball Array!

As the sandstorm subsided, Piccolo's green body gleamed coldly in the twilight.

“Foolish ants.” Piccolo licked his fangs. “You think you can fool me?”

Tien-Fan instantly assumed a fighting stance, shouting, "Gyoza! Let's get everyone out of here!"

"Too late." Piccolo raised his hand and unleashed a ki blast, which Tien Shinhan barely dodged. Behind him, the Turtle House collapsed with a roar, and burning planks rained down.

The dragon impatiently swayed its body: "Say your wish now, or else..."

"My wish is—" Piccolo grinned maliciously, pointing to himself, "to regain my youth!"

"This wish can be granted," the dragon said, activating its power.
Bulma, who was soaking in the sea, screamed, "No!"

Golden light engulfed the entire world!
When the light faded, the one standing there was no longer the wrinkled old demon king, but a tall, muscular young man named Piccolo.

He stroked his smooth skin with ecstasy and laughed heartily.

"Now, the game is over." Young Piccolo raised his hand towards the dragon. "Die!"

"What! What!? What is he going to do!?"

A blinding beam of light pierced through the dragon's chest, and its massive body let out a painful roar before crumbling into pieces!
"Ah!? A dragon?!"

The seven Dragon Balls were then reduced to ashes!

Tianjin Fan knelt on the ground, his three eyes bloodshot.

It's over, everything is over
Piccolo stretched contentedly, turning to the ashen-faced crowd: "As a thank you gift, I'll make you suffer a painful death."

His voice stopped abruptly.

In the sky, a black dot is rapidly growing larger.

Bick narrowed his eyes, a long-lost sense of crisis creeping up his spine.

The figure drew closer, and Pilaf was the first to recognize it, his voice shrill and distorted: "It's him!"

Tianjin Fan struggled to lift his head, his third eye widening to its maximum size: "Fang Yu?!"

Fang Yu landed lightly on the beach, its tail leisurely curling around its ankle.

He looked around at the ruins, his gaze finally settling on the young man, Bick, a familiar wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh dear, did I miss something good?"

For the first time, a crack appeared on Piccolo's expression.

Something's off about the aura emanating from this human.

Fang Yu cracked his knuckles, his golden pupils gleaming with growing fighting spirit: "But it's alright."

His anger began to rise, and pebbles on the beach floated up. "Now, the main course begins."

In the distance, a reporter hiding behind a rock trembled as he adjusted the camera's focus.

The whole world saw the figure descending from the sky through the broadcast.

Can he really save the world?

The next second! Piccolo was sent flying backward!
Everyone gasped!
He can!

(End of this chapter)