Su Ming's timely appearance pulled everyone back from the brink of annihilation.
Rocket and Groot's squabbling brought a trace of life back to the ship.
Gamora loosened her grip on her weapon, and the Godslayer Sword fell to the floor with a sharp clang.
She stared fixedly at the figure outside the viewport, her green eyes filled with complicated emotions—
shock, confusion, and a flicker of exhilaration at having survived disaster.
More than anything, though, there was disbelief.
Su Ming had indeed been strong in her memory—absurdly strong, even.
But to still preserve everyone's lives under such an unimaginable attack...
That went beyond merely being strong.
And besides...
A trace of sorrow rose in Gamora's eyes.
"If Quill had received such timely and powerful help too, how wonderful would that have been..."
Drax stopped pounding.
His huge body swayed as he looked at the ship being steadily protected amid the violent currents.
Then he looked at that tiny yet mountain-like dependable figure within the golden light.
He scratched his head and let out a heartfelt, ear-splitting roar.
"Fucking! Beautifully done! Ha! Ha! Ha—"
That roar completely shattered the deathly silence inside the ship.
Wanda covered her mouth, her Chaos Magic having long since faded.
Her scarlet eyes were filled with the delight of "I knew sir would step in."
Although she could sense the terror of that annihilating force more clearly than anyone else.
The golden barrier before them seemed to contain an endless power of life and protection.
And the figure shimmering within it made countless stars sparkle in Wanda's eyes.
A broad smile appeared on her face.
It was as if wherever Su Ming was, hope was there too...
Kraglin slumped in the pilot's seat, cold sweat soaking through his clothes.
He looked at the stabilized readings on