Even in his new augmented form, it was quickly becoming evident to Tundra that the deceased Saiyan outclassed him. His chest ached, but not from any blow suffered from Kakarot. This... this isn't happening! As he struggled to his feet after the double attack, his mind went over his motives. At first, the allure of godhood piqued his interest. Since that was, evidently, a lie. Even as the army around him shuffled back through the misty portal back to Otherworld, Tundra and his clan persisted.
Surely, avenging his own death at the hands of Sarada was a good enough reason, but he wasn't fighting Sarada. Was fighting some random Saiyan - who was in league with Incelves no less - really worth dying permanently?
No.
"Hmph. For once, you speak reasonably, Saiyan. If nothing else, I value self-preservation over all else. Unlike you, however, I have innumerable loyalists. I will be back to life eventually, and my revenge on that horrible, wretched woman will continue without your interference."
He cackled as he floated up and started for the portal back to Otherworld, followed by his clan.
Glacier let out a disappointed tsk. "Seems my old friend Vocado is too scared to show himself. I'll just go see about him... personally." With that, he followed his descendants through the portal.