Just how powerful were they?
And if even one of them could destroy a planet, what could more than a hundred do?
The thought sent a shudder through Wong. "Gatana! Can you handle them?"
He looked at her desperately.
The fear in his eyes was plain.
"No!"
Gatana's answer was immediate and firm.
She truly couldn't.
By the standards of the entire Multiverse, Gatana was powerful.
But the problem was this:
The Celestials weren't much weaker than she was.
After all, Gatana was still growing stronger.
Taking down thirty Celestials was already her limit.
But more than a hundred?
No chance in hell!
"Seriously, you should run! They mean business this time!" Gatana abandoned her earlier bravado and turned to Zhang Yang.
She didn't want to say it.
But she truly couldn't beat them.
And when you couldn't win,
running was your only option!
Besides, the entire Celestials arriving this time was nothing like the Herald of Galactus's previous attack.
After all,
that had been little more than a test, a minor skirmish.
This time, they might destroy the planet!
So Gatana believed
the best course was for Zhang Yang to leave Earth.
Whatever else happened, he could hide in a rift in the universe and solve three problems at once.
It would protect Earth, Gatana, and Zhang Yang.
But Zhang Yang had no intention of leaving.
He had only just become a god.
And he knew full well
that running away solved nothing.
Anywhere in the Marvel Universe, they could find him.
So he might as well fight them!
He would show the Five Creator Gods
what happened when they provoked Earth—when they provoked him.
"Run? I'm afraid that's no longer an option." Zhang Yang gazed at the sky, so crowded with Celestials that not a gap remained.
They