Dimensional Savior of the World

"Eh? It was actually still alive!"

Kara looked in surprise at the Cursed Warrior beneath her foot, most of whose body had already been reduced to mangled flesh. An utterly unexpected expression appeared on her face.

Even tough-skinned Kryptonians could not possibly retain vital signs after suffering such massive Harm.

Especially when vast amounts of energy, as scorching and red as lava, were pouring out from within and continuously repairing its body, restoring it to its original state.

Not only that, but the creature grabbed the Kryptonian girl's ankle and calf with one hand, desperately trying to push her away.

The tremendous strength it unleashed in that instant actually forced her back half a step.

Of course, that was mainly because Kara did not want to be grabbed by it. Rather than apply even greater force, she chose to retreat.

To her, a battle of this level was little more than a warm-up. She was still far from getting serious.

Besides, she felt that since this big fellow possessed such bizarre regenerative abilities, Raymond would definitely be interested in it, so she gave up on the idea of destroying it completely.

"Whew—whew—whew—"

As the enormous force pinning him down disappeared, the Cursed Warrior quickly climbed back to his feet. His nearly severed spine and ribs were restored in seconds, while the mangled flesh of his chest and abdomen regrew along with them.

Without question, this was the terrifying power granted by the Reality Stone—the Aether.

As long as the life force of the host made into a Cursed Warrior had not been exhausted, he could recover from fatal blows again and again.

At the height of the Drow's power, they had an entire army of such formidable biological weapons.

Judging by Asgard's performance during this foreign invasion, it was difficult