Xandar, capital planet.
The bustling city was reduced to ruins by the flames of war, caused by the battle between Ronan the Accuser and the Nova Corps, especially with the final crash of Ronan's space command ship.
Wang Ming stood in the central area of the ruins, making no particular movement and merely standing there casually, yet giving off the imposing feel of a towering mountain that could not be shaken.
Ever since Wang Ming appeared on Xandar, he had only made a move once, yet it made Ronan the Accuser feel immense pressure.
Xandar was a civilization with extremely advanced technology, and the defensive network formed by their Nova Corps was sufficient to shatter when Ronan the Accuser fired a beam of energy with his Universal Weapon.
However, this move currently had no effect whatsoever in front of Wang Ming.
Space!
In front of space magic, such flying attack skills would all be countered.
People proficient in space magic could invert up and down as well as left and right, throwing north, south, east, and west into confusion.
They could often cause the enemy's own attacks to hit themselves.
Ronan the Accuser was not particularly brave. If it were in the past and he saw an enemy like Wang Ming whose strength depth could not be figured out, he would leave without the slightest hesitation.
Right now, he had no thoughts of fleeing.
His confidence came from the Power Stone.
Ronan the Accuser's gaze shifted over Wang Ming a few times, and he thought to himself: It seems I cannot use ranged attacks; I must close the distance and bludgeon Loki to death with the Universal Weapon at close range.
Figuring this out, Ronan gripped the handle of the Universal Weapon tightly with both hands and rapidly channeled his