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

Chapter 213 Frieza's Second Transformation

Frieza's arrogant laughter, like rolling thunder, echoed wildly across the desolate Namekian landscape: "Tremble, you lowly insects! To witness my transformation is the greatest honor of your lives!" With that, he slowly raised his arms, and his aura instantly surged like a raging black tide. The previously calm air was instantly shattered, and visible black waves of energy spread wildly in all directions from him, carving deep furrows into the ground and sending sand and gravel flying everywhere, as if witnessing an apocalyptic catastrophe.

Frieza's iconic white armor crackled and creaked under the impact of this powerful force, as if it were about to shatter under the strain. Then, a blinding and eerie black light burst forth from his body. This light was icy cold, casting a sinister glow over the surroundings, forcing everyone to squint and feel a nameless fear rising within them.

Within the light, Frieza's body began to twist and deform violently. His bones creaked and groaned, as if undergoing a painful and frenzied reshaping. His form expanded rapidly, his once slender legs becoming as thick as stone pillars, every muscle bulging high, seemingly containing a terrifying power capable of instantly shattering a planet.

As the light faded, a completely new and terrifying Frieza appeared before everyone. His height nearly doubled instantly; his once slender frame was now exceptionally massive, like a towering black mountain, radiating a suffocating aura of oppression. His skin changed from a pale purple to a deep, dark purple, like an endless black hole, with strange black patterns appearing on it, like ancient curse symbols. Huge, spiked bony protrusions sprouted from his shoulders, like the ferocious wings of a demon, emanating a chilling aura. His head also underwent a startling transformation; his forehead broadened, and his eyes, slightly upturned, gleamed with a blood-red light, a light filled with endless cruelty and savagery, seemingly capable of burning one's soul. His ears disappeared, replaced by sharp, bony horns extending from the sides of his head, like two black blades, seemingly capable of easily tearing apart anything that stood in his way. Its mouth also became wider, revealing two rows of sharp fangs, each one gleaming with a cold light, as if it could crush steel with a gentle bite. Saliva dripped down the fangs, making a "sizzling" sound as it hit the ground, instantly corroding small pits.

At this moment, Frieza had transformed into a terrifying demon god from the deepest part of Hell. Just by standing there, he exuded an irresistible sense of oppression, as if the surrounding space was being distorted and deformed by his power, and the air was filled with the aura of death and destruction.

Frieza slowly raised his head, his blood-red eyes locking onto Piccolo. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he said in a deep voice, "Alright, now, let's begin the second round."

Piccolo stared intently at the terrifying Frieza before him, suppressing his fear, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You're a monster!"

Krillin stared at the transformed Frieza, his throat tightening as if something was stuck in it, and he stammered, "Ah... well... actually, this guy hasn't changed much from before, except..."

Before he could finish speaking, Vegeta, his face contorted with disgust, abruptly turned to glare at Krillin, interrupting him mercilessly: "Idiot! Can't you use your 'ki' to sense it? This guy's strength is several times greater than before!"

Shang Yun stared intently at Frieza, his expression grave, and slowly added, "Moreover, this guy is unusually calm now, unlike before, when he could be easily provoked by just a few words."

Shang Yun frowned, his eyes filled with worry, and said in a deep voice, "Before, we could still use Frieza's arrogance and fiery temper to deal with him and find an opportunity to counterattack. But now, look at him, he's frighteningly calm, and his strength is ridiculously strong. In my opinion, he's probably given up on playing with us and now only has one thought in his mind—to kill us all!"

Gohan stared intently at Frieza, his expression grave. "That's right! And all the injuries he sustained from Piccolo have disappeared!"

"Hehehehehehehehehe!"

Frieza, a sinister smile on his face, chuckled, "Pretty confident in your speed before? Now try it again!" Before he finished speaking, he shot towards Piccolo like a black lightning bolt. Piccolo reacted swiftly, dodging to the side and then leaping upwards, soaring into the sky. Frieza pursued relentlessly, Piccolo constantly changing direction in the air, narrowly avoiding attacks time and again, before finally turning back and flying away into the distance. As Piccolo flew, he looked back, thinking to himself: Although this guy's strength has increased, in terms of speed, he's still no match for me.

But when Piccolo turned around, Frieza was nowhere to be seen. Just as he was filled with doubt, he turned his head and his pupils dilated instantly—Frieza had appeared before him like a ghost, firmly blocking his path. Piccolo was utterly astonished, his steps faltering in mid-air.

Frieza, seeing Piccolo's state, let out a piercing laugh: "Hahaha, how about it? Haven't felt the thrill of being crushed in a long time, have you!"

Son Gohan looked at Shang Yun with a worried expression and said anxiously, "Godfather, what should we do now? Uncle Piccolo can't even beat Frieza in speed!"

Krillin swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "That means Frieza's power hasn't just increased a little, but has increased dramatically in every aspect! Speed, strength, and that bizarre regenerative ability—he's practically invincible now!"

Shang Yun's brows furrowed into a deep frown as he said in a low voice, "Wu Fan, calm down. You must stay calm and not lose your composure." Despite his words, the starlight that had been hidden above his head was now fully revealed, standing out starkly against the chaotic battlefield. Moreover, the starlight flickered, mirroring his turbulent emotions, completely devoid of the feigned composure he had displayed.

In fact, Shang Yun knew very well that after Frieza's transformation, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, Piccolo was in dire straits, and their situation became precarious.

Shang Yun gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Frieza and Piccolo facing off in mid-air, his mind racing as he tried to find a way out of this seemingly hopeless situation.

At this moment, Vegeta's mental state was once again on the verge of collapse. His eyes were filled with panic as he looked around frantically, desperately searching for an escape route. Suddenly, his gaze fixed below him, where he saw Dende hiding behind the mountain. He froze on the spot, lost in thought.

Shang Yun, who was racking his brains for a solution, happened to notice Vegeta's strange expression. Following his gaze, he also saw Dende.

After a moment's thought, Shang Yun instantly guessed Piccolo's thoughts: "Vegeta, you want to..."

Vegeta looked at Shang Yun, a slight smile playing on his lips, and chuckled, "That's right."