Ronan's all-out, crushing blow was still casually blocked by Sean. That hand held the Warhammer steady; despite bearing immense energy like roaring mountains and crashing seas, it never budged an inch, unable to advance any farther!
The stagnant air roared like a furious dragon, letting out piercing howls as violent hurricanes formed one after another.
Sean suddenly clenched his hand. Cracks spread across the Warhammer, a high-tech creation of the Kree Empire, before it shattered with a thunderous boom the next moment.
Ignoring the Kree Empire Supreme Public Official's shocked gaze, Sean's eyes flashed. A blazing celestial body condensed from surging flames of light slammed directly into Ronan's body.
His black armor disintegrated into ash. Ronan looked as though he had endured a savage bombardment from a Necro-Cannon; his solid, powerful body was instantly scorched black, and he crashed heavily into the metal door behind him!
Sean approached the dying Kree Empire Supreme Public Official. The Power Stone was clenched in his right hand, violet patterns spreading up from his palm in strange, intertwining lines.
"You want the Orb?"
The gentle voice awakened what remained of Ronan's will.
He barely opened his eyes. His powerful body had been scorched by the hot wind, and his mind clearly conveyed the intense pain.
Yet compared to the injuries ravaging his body, what pained Ronan even more was his devastating defeat!
The Kree Empire Supreme Public Official watched as Sean opened his palm. A dense mass of violet light gleamed there, forcing him to narrow his eyes to ease the burning pain in his retinas.
"Are you worthy of possessing it?"
Sean smiled faintly. Overwhelming violet radiance surged and churned like a blazing sea of fire, enveloping the heavily wounded Ronan.
The vast, roaring tide repeatedly washed through Ronan's body, tearing apart every