Pursuing Ronan

"Rocket, can you handle this on your own?"

Before jumping off the Milan, Quill glanced back at Rocket and said this.

"Go ahead. Give Ronan a good beating, but in the end, it would be better to let Jason take his revenge personally."

Rocket looked at Quill and waved dismissively, instead turning his head toward Groot, who was standing inside the cabin.

"I'll wait here for Groot to wake up. I don't feel comfortable just leaving him here alone."

However, Rocket still pulled a small communicator from his pocket and tossed it toward Leo.

"I'll notify you if anything happens. It can receive signals within a ten-kilometer range."

Leo caught it in one hand and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. "Don't worry, it won't take long. Notify me immediately if anything happens."

With that, the two of them also leaped down from the Milan.

The opening in the cabin platform that Leo had created had already returned to normal after he left.

It was as if the enormous breach from moments ago had been nothing more than an illusion. Even touching it with his hand revealed no trace of it.

Rocket looked at the devastation around him. The terrifying slaughter had not lasted long, but it had caused tremendous damage.

The bodies of black-armored Destroyers were scattered everywhere. Some still twitched occasionally, but none of them could stand again.

Sickly green blood had also splashed across the ground. The Devan Group Guard, which would normally have come to clean up, had hidden itself after seeing the Destroyers arrive and had not appeared again.

At least for now, not a single person dared to step into this area.

Yet Rocket still strapped two Black Hole Grenades to his waist and held an Aether Rifle in his hands, warily watching the