The Five Great Creator Gods of the universe were definitely the most top-tier, invincible existences in the main universe.
Galactus was even more of an outstanding figure among them, daring to go toe-to-toe with Oblivion during his prime.
How could the power bestowed by a god possibly be weak?
Stepping on a surfboard, Silver Surfer firmly stepped into the single universe level in combat power, by no means comparable to ordinary skyfathers.
However, the world-destroying, violent strike that hit Ren's shield failed to stir up even the slightest faint ripple.
The S.W.O.R.D. agents in the space fortress were all dumbfounded.
Nick Fury looked even more doubtful of his life.
Nick Fury instantly understood in his heart that he had made a huge mistake.
Using mortal vision to measure Ren was simply extremely foolish.
Ren was not a human at all, but a monster wearing human skin!
The attack that S.W.O.R.D. tried its best to stop could not even bubble in front of the magic cast casually by the other party.
The gap in strength between the two sides, which was as different as heaven and earth, made the spymaster couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Ren didn't have time to care about Nick Fury's psychological shadow.
He quietly gazed at Silver Surfer opposite him.
Today's Ren was long no ordinary person, and his vision was very sharp.
He saw at a glance that the enemy's source of power was entirely in the skateboard under his feet, and it seemed endless.
However, in Ren's view, cultivation purely poured by external force fell short compared to the skills he cultivated by working hard from early to late.
"Silver Surfer, stop now, and I'll leave you a way out," Ren kindly advised.
As the saying went, beating a dog still depended