Kryptonians without kindness or mercy were undoubtedly terrifying.
With every gesture, they could inflict unimaginable slaughter and destruction, crushing anyone who dared oppose them with nearly unmatched force.
The Kree fleet brought by Accuser Ronan held out in desperate resistance for barely a dozen minutes before Kara, wielding the Power Stone, reduced it all to fragments and debris drifting through the cold void of space.
Bodies, some relatively intact and others mangled beyond recognition, floated through space at minus 270 degrees Celsius, bearing witness to everything that had just happened.
All of Knowhere trembled before her power and tyranny.
Even the boldest, most reckless mercenaries and bounty hunters dared not raise their heads to look directly at the petite figure standing in the sky, radiating purple light.
"No! Impossible! When did such a Monster appear in the universe?"
Ronan, who had crashed to the ground, struggled out of the impact crater. Staring in disbelief at his utterly destroyed fleet and subordinates, he trembled uncontrollably from head to toe.
As one of the highest-ranking military commanders personally appointed by the Kree Empire's Supreme Intelligence, the fleet under his command was no ragtag force. It was a powerful enemy capable of making Xandar and the Nova Corps feel dread and fear.
Although the latter had relied on its advanced technology to wage a long struggle against the Kree Empire, it had only barely managed to hold onto its own territory.
Ronan had always been the one firmly holding the initiative and launching relentless attacks.
But now, such an enormous fleet had been wiped out by a single person—and she was a girl who looked delicate and beautiful.
How could he possibly accept that?
"So, Kara, doesn't she remind you of some woman straight out of a nightmare?"
Raymond stood more than ten