The Collector Taneleer Tivan

Celestials possessed powerful physical bodies. Even after death, they did not truly decay. Even if only part of a limb remained, it would instinctively draw energy from the void.

If they were powerful enough, they could regenerate severed limbs and be reborn as an independent individual.

Taking it a step further, they could even reach the legendary realm of regeneration from a single drop of blood.

As long as one drop of blood remained, they would be immortal and indestructible.

But clearly, the Celestial before them was nowhere near that level.

Having its head severed was enough to end its life.

The Celestial's consciousness had already dissipated. The energy it absorbed could only be converted into organic matter. If no one discovered it, perhaps billions of years later, this place might have evolved into a living planet.

But it had been discovered by the Tivan Group, so naturally, it could not complete that evolutionary process.

By now, the Tivan Group had been developing this place for centuries.

As long as the head's basic structure was not damaged, it would remain a renewable resource for the next several thousand years.

However, the spinal fluid and other materials it produced were useful to ordinary people, but offered little help to the truly powerful.

As they entered the market, they found beast-fighting gambling tables, bars, and flea markets selling all sorts of strange components. It was not much different from the cities on some planets.

Seeing Apocalypse's group were newcomers, countless people watched them along the way.

It was just that Apocalypse's group was far too strange.

There was a tree person, a raccoon, and Drax the Destroyer, who looked like someone no one wanted to provoke. For the moment, nobody dared step forward to cause trouble.

Some patiently waited to see who