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

Chapter 370 The Appearance of Artificial Humans

Tien Shinhan's bald head gleamed with a cold light, and the third eye on his forehead trembled slightly.

He gazed in the direction of the plane, arms crossed over his chest, his martial arts uniform fluttering in the mountain wind: "Don't you all find it strange? It's already 10 o'clock, but we can't even sense a slightly stronger aura."

Yamcha, one hand in his pocket, his hair disheveled by the wind, wore a nonchalant sneer: "I think that young man is just talking big. How could there possibly be artificial humans in the world?"

Bulma knelt on the ground, carefully protecting little Trunks in her arms, her blue curly hair whipped up by the blast of air.

She glanced at everyone, her eyes filled with unwavering certainty: "The matter is not over yet, let's not jump to conclusions. It's only 10:17, it's still early, let's wait and see."

Before the words were finished, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted in the sky.

A blinding flash of fire tore through the clouds, and a mushroom-shaped blast of air carrying metal fragments shot into the sky.

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, and the intense light from the explosion turned everyone's faces bright red, even their eyelashes were coated with a layer of blood red.

"It's Yajirobe!"

Sun Wukong's bronze face tensed instantly, his muscles bulged beneath his Turtle Hermit-style robes, and he almost roared out.

The burning plane, trailing a long tongue of flame, its propeller twisted into an eerie shape, plummeted straight into the sea.

Bick's dark green pupils suddenly contracted, and a ghostly green aura rose around him.

He suddenly raised his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force: "Look, what's that over there? It's their attacking plane."

Following his pointing finger, everyone looked up and saw two figures the size of black beans appearing in the sky.

In the instant the plane crashed into the sea, creating a huge splash, the two dark shadows flickered and then darted downwards like ghosts, leaving only two fleeting afterimages in the clouds.

The howling sea breeze, carrying wisps of smoke, swept through everyone's hair. Sun Wukong and the others all turned their gazes toward the crisscrossing village below.

In the twilight, the houses in the distance shrank into blurry silhouettes, with only a few wisps of smoke still rising, yet they could not conceal the faint, ominous atmosphere in the air.

Tien Shinhan's third eye on his forehead trembled violently, his bronze face taut as a bowstring: "Where is it? Why can't I see it!"

He leaped half a meter into the air on one foot, his muscles beneath his martial arts uniform taut like the curves of a rock, his gaze sweeping over every suspicious corner like that of a hawk.

Krillin clenched his fists and spun around rapidly, veins bulging in his neck: "Goku, did you see that?"

Large beads of sweat slid down Klin's reddened ears, and his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

Sun Wukong scratched his spiky hair, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a knot, the hem of his Turtle Hermitage robe flapping loudly in the wind: "I can't see anything at all, why can't I feel anything..."

At this moment, Son Gohan tilted his head slightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

As expected, he is the most knowledgeable and quickest to react among them.

Son Gohan seemed to suddenly realize something crucial, his eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Could it be because they are androids that we can't sense their ki!"

Son Gohan's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Upon hearing this, Yamcha's face turned deathly pale. His mouth gaped open, and his expression was one of utter shock. He stammered, "What? It's because they're androids that they don't have any aura?"

His body trembled slightly, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

The veins on Tien Shinhan's forehead bulged slightly. His eyes were fixed on the distance, filled with anxiety and resentment. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Damn it, where are they?"

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping firmly across his surroundings. After a moment of contemplation, he said in a steady and powerful tone, "Since we can't find them by sensing their qi, let's use our eyes to find them."

Yamcha nodded slightly, a resolute look in his eyes, and said loudly, "Alright, let's split up and set off!"

As Yamcha spoke, he stretched his shoulders, ready to set off at any moment.

After hearing Yamcha's words, Goku turned to look at Bulma behind him, a hint of trust in his eyes. He said, "Bulma, please keep this safe for me."

After saying that, he casually tossed the bag containing Senzu Beans to Bulma with a clean and swift motion.

Immediately afterwards, Goku turned to look at Gohan, his eyes full of concern and expectation, and said earnestly, "Gohan, could you help take care of Yajirobe? He should still be alive."

Son Gohan looked at Son Goku with a firm gaze, nodded vigorously, and said in a steady voice, "Yes."

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and roared, "Let's go!"

The sound resounded like a great bell all around.

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone took off like arrows and flew towards the village, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Sun Wukong landed precisely on the roof of a building with a "whoosh".

He slightly bent his knees, stood firmly, frowned, and stared intently at the cars flowing by below and the crowds of people hurrying by.

"Damn it, where are they? Where are they?! If I had known it would be like this, I should have let Trunks tell me their photos."

Sun Wukong was secretly annoyed. His fists clenched unconsciously, his teeth chattered, and his eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.

While everyone was searching with all their might, in an inconspicuous corner of the village, two figures slowly descended to the ground like ghosts.

Klin then swiftly descended from the sky, his figure tracing a graceful arc in the air.

With a "thump," Klin landed steadily on the ground, kicking up a light cloud of dust.

This sudden scene really startled a young man who was skateboarding.

The young man stumbled and collapsed to the ground with a thud. His eyes widened like saucers, filled with fear and shock. He stammered, "Ah! He...he...he can fly! He can fly!"

After landing, Klin frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of tension and urgency.

He looked around, muttering to himself, "Where is it? Where is it?"

As he spoke, he slightly bent over, ready to deal with any possible situation.

Klin narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized each and every person passing by like a scanner.

He opened his mouth slightly and breathed slowly, trying to catch that special scent in the air.

His brows were furrowed, and he kept muttering to himself, "It's not him, it's not him either."

Each word uttered seemed to carry a hint of disappointment.