Boom!
Accompanied by an explosive crack in the air, Ross's enormous red fist was steadily caught by a single hand.
The shockwave and blast of air produced by the collision sent every piece of rubble on the ground flying, scattering in all directions like bullets.
If they struck a person, that person would likely have been turned into a sieve—or a mangled, bloody corpse.
Even Iron Man Tony Stark, who had just descended from the sky, was forced back again and again by several flying stones before he finally managed to steady himself.
In comparison, Ross, transformed into the Red Giant, and Allen, who had caught the former's fist with only one hand, seemed completely unaffected as the stones struck their faces and skin.
Let alone causing injury, they could not even leave a red mark.
"It's you?!"
The moment Ross saw who had stopped him, his pupils abruptly contracted. His heart began pounding wildly as he desperately tried to pull back his fist.
But before Allen's indescribably immense strength, that little bit of force was nothing worth mentioning.
No matter how he struggled, it was useless.
Without a doubt, as a top politician at the Secretary of State level, he naturally knew Allen, the strongest ally the International Security Council could currently reach.
He also knew that Allen possessed the power to easily destroy an entire planet.
"You know him?" Kirsten Bartlein narrowed his eyes and probed in an uncertain tone.
At this moment, the old soldier had begun to show traces of the Old Gods. A chilling, mad aura radiated from his entire body, constantly influencing everything around him.
But unfortunately, Ross clearly had no intention of explaining. While straining to pull back his fist, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Didn't you promise that you would never