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

Chapter 309 Piccolo becomes a demon

Turtle Island has long lost its former tranquility, now completely shrouded in thick Aquamarine mist. The waves, carrying a stench of decay, crash against the shore with a dull thud.

Klin dodged left and right, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, his expression tense and helpless.

Not far away, Master Roshi was surrounded by eerie black energy, his eyes bloodshot, like a maddened beast, launching wave after wave of attacks on Krillin.

Ma Rong hid to the side and yelled shrilly, "Kelin, how come you can't even handle this little thing?"

While dodging and weaving, Klin turned to look at Ma Rong and replied helplessly, "You make it sound so easy! If it were that easy, would I be being chased all over the island?"

Before he could finish speaking, Master Roshi roared and unleashed a vicious flying kick. Krillin couldn't dodge in time and crashed into the wall behind him.

With a loud crash, a large hole was smashed through the wall.

Klin stood up, rubbing his throbbing head, muttering, "Ouch, that hurts so much!"

"what!"

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing scream rang out, and Klin's heart tightened. He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

Ma Rong's face was deathly pale, her whole body was trembling like a leaf, and her terrified eyes were fixed on what was in front of her.

Krillin looked closely and gasped, "Bulma!"

Bulma was surrounded by an eerie black aura, her steps stiff as she relentlessly pressed towards Ma Rong. Her eyes were bloodshot, her beautiful face contorted in a grotesque and terrifying grin, making her look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Ma Rong's heart pounded like a drum. She turned abruptly and ran. But the next second, a dark shadow flashed out, and Qi Qi was already standing on the other side, completely blocking her escape route.

Ma Rong's pupils contracted sharply, and she suddenly roared hysterically, "Why? Just because I'm pretty, none of you will leave me alone!"

Klin's eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and he shouted hoarsely, "Ma Rong!" Before he finished speaking, he rushed out like an arrow.

But Master Roshi reacted even faster, his figure flashing and standing firmly in front of Krillin like a thick wall, blocking his way.

"Kelin, come save me!" Ma Rong screamed in terror, her voice sharp and desperate.

At the same time, Kiki and Bulma were not to be outdone. Shouting, they rushed toward Ma Rong, their hair flying wildly in the wind.

At the critical moment, a shadow streaked across the sky—Little Flying Dragon had arrived.

It spread its strong wings, swooped down like lightning, caught Ma Rong firmly in its jaws, and then instantly took off again, throwing her onto its broad back and flying into the sky.

"Little Flying Dragon, Ma Rong is in your hands now!" Klin shouted at the top of his lungs.

The little dragon raised its head and let out a clear cry in response, then flapped its wings and carried Ma Rong higher and higher.

From the sky, Shan Su watched this scene and let out a hearty laugh: "Haha, how wonderful! Friends killing each other, what a great show!"

Piccolo and Yamcha's auras surged as they clashed fiercely.

The two moved with lightning speed, their punches and kicks creating a sharp whistling sound in the surrounding air.

Gohan was frantic. He flashed forward and blocked Piccolo's path again, spreading his arms wide and shouting, "Stop it! Uncle Piccolo!"

Piccolo frowned, reached out and gently pushed Gohan away, saying in a deep voice, "Get away from me."

Just then, Poole chirped and pounced on Bick's face like a fluffy cannonball.

Bick frowned deeply, grabbed Poole, and tossed him aside with a flick of his arm.

Yamcha seized the opportunity, pushed off the air with both feet, and flew into the air like a shooting star. He clenched his fists and, with immense force, slammed them into Piccolo's head.

Bick lost control of his body and plummeted downwards like a kite with a broken string.

Just as he was about to plunge into the turbulent sea, Bick steadied himself.

Gohan's heart tightened, and he quickly flew to Piccolo's side, asking with concern, "Uncle Piccolo, are you alright? Please stop fighting."

Piccolo looked up at Yamcha, who was standing ready in the sky, then turned to Gohan and said, "I can handle things here myself. You two, hurry up and go to Kami's Lookout to find the Super Divine Water. We absolutely cannot let the demons' plot succeed!"

Sun Wukong hesitated for a moment, then said, "But, Uncle Piccolo..."

Before he could finish speaking, Krillin flew over in a hurry, patted Gohan on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Gohan, this is the only thing we can do right now."

Just as Gohan and Krillin were still hesitating, Yamcha flew in again with a fierce aura.

A fierce wind raged around him, whipping his hair and clothes wildly.

Piccolo's expression was grave, his eyes blazing as he stared at Yamcha, who was drawing ever closer. He turned and yelled at Gohan and Krillin, "Stop dawdling, get going!"

Son Gohan looked up and saw Yamcha's distorted face, his eyes bloodshot, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and a murderous aura emanating from his body.

Son Gohan clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Okay, I'm going right now!"

After saying this, Gohan and Krillin exchanged a glance and then flew away.

Piccolo took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance, his gaze fixed on Yamcha, and murmured, "Come on..."

Piccolo and Yamcha clashed again.

Piccolo's eyes were sharp as a hawk's, spotting an opening in Yamcha's posture. His right leg muscles tensed instantly, creating a whooshing sound as he kicked Yamcha in the chest. Yamcha was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the island. Piccolo landed steadily, cautiously scanning his surroundings.

Chi-Chi, Bulma, Master Roshi, and others had also gathered around, their faces bearing eerie, sinister smiles.

Piccolo frowned deeply and muttered to himself, "Although it's hard on my conscience, I have no choice but to make you disappear in order to stop the demons."

Just as Piccolo was about to unleash his energy, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and two veiny hands emerged from it, grabbing his ankles tightly from either side.

Bick's pupils constricted as he looked down in disbelief at his feet.

Yamcha seized the opportunity to get up from the ground, a fierce glint in his eyes, and charged over like a hungry wolf, his thick arms tightly gripping Piccolo.

Immediately afterwards, Yamcha opened his mouth, his sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and bit down hard on Piccolo's shoulder.

"what!"

Piccolo let out a painful roar, his body trembling violently, and blood dripped continuously from Yamcha's mouth, staining his clothes red.

Veins bulged on Piccolo's forehead as he endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder, using his waist strength and powerful arms to fling Yamcha away like a rag doll.

Yamcha flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.