Sovereign's Golden Fleet had not left a single scratch on the Milano.
Yet because of the constant back-and-forth over piloting control, it had careened wildly through the asteroid field.
If Su Ming had not erased the asteroid field in time, the Milano probably would not have escaped the shattered fate it suffered in the original story.
The spacecraft pierced through the thin atmosphere.
What came into view was not a bustling city.
It was a vast, desolate primeval forest filled with all kinds of strange plants.
The air was humid and warm.
A breeze swept over the treetops, bringing traces of coolness through the woods.
This place was far from the core star regions, an inconspicuous planet in the universe.
It was steeped in a primitive sense of solitude.
The scene focused on the Galaxy Guard Corps fleet slowly descending.
Several hundred standardized burgundy spacecraft hovered slowly above the forest, searching for suitable landing spots.
Although they had endured Sovereign's encirclement and the bumpy passage through the asteroid field.
Thanks to Su Ming's protection and the relatively smooth journey afterward, most of them remained basically intact.
At most, there were traces of overloaded energy shields or scratches from light brushes against asteroids.
Their overall condition was acceptable.
Then came the Milano.
"Groot, buckle up! We're making a hard! land! ing!~~!"
Quill hurriedly glanced back at Groot, who was still sitting in his seat eating M&M's.
He had no time to wonder why he could not see Drax or Gamora.
His voice charged into the primeval forest along with the long trail of black smoke dragged behind the Milano.
"Boom—"
It practically "smashed" into the forest.
It was a complete wreck, unstable black smoke billowing from its engines.
Only after a teeth-grinding screech of metal scraping did it barely come to