The spinning blade tore through several small aircraft without losing momentum, then buried itself three finger-widths deep into the metal wall, grazing Rocket Raccoon's scalp.
Anyone with sharp enough eyes could have seen a tuft of fur sliced off by the blade, drifting through the air.
As for Rocket himself, he was so frightened he nearly wet his pants.
Pressed flat against the wall, he did not dare move a muscle. He could even feel the icy touch against his scalp.
Clearly, if that strike had gone even slightly off course, he would have ended up just like those small aircraft that had been cleaved in two and exploded.
Of course, the scene would probably have been bloodier and more visually striking.
Meanwhile, Groot was busy regrowing the body that had been smashed apart.
His plant-like nature granted the tree-man a powerful Regeneration Ability.
Forget getting beaten up—even if his entire body were blown to pieces, he could come back to life as long as someone picked up a branch and planted it in the soil.
Before Rocket Raccoon could recover from the fright, Allen came walking over from the other end of the corridor, dragging a prison guard's corpse. He cleanly pulled the greatsword from the alloy wall, a faint glint of barely noticeable delight flashing through his eyes.
He had never expected that this prison break he had joined would bring him face-to-face with these two living treasures.
But thinking about it, it was not surprising.
You must know, these two were regulars in prison.
According to Rocket himself, he and Groot had successfully broken out more than twenty times. They were practically Superstars in the prison-breaking business.
After all, escaping from a high-tech prison managed by artificial intelligence was no easy task.
Not to mention anything else,