The Star Lord of Asgard

"Boom!" Though Della's skills and strength are among the best in the universe, in hand-to-hand combat, he still fell short against Galactus, the planet-eater. A powerful punch sent Della hurtling through countless meteorites, finally coming to a stop on a massive rock.

"Just a bit more!" Blood trickled from the corners of Della's mouth. Despite his considerable strength, facing Galactus was a daunting challenge. Yet, Della sensed he was on the brink of achieving his seventh sense!

Unrelenting, Galactus appeared before Della in an instant. His fists, like a storm, drove Della deep into the meteorite.

"Crystal Wall!" Della raised his hand, conjuring a shimmering starry barrier. But it crumbled under Galactus' punch, scattering into the cosmos.

With no other choice, Della raised his arms, "Giant Horn!" As a move for both offense and defense, it barely withstood Galactus' blow, sending Della flying backward!

His three pairs of wings fluttered, halting him in the void. Even against a weakened Galactus, Della found himself struggling.

"The gap is too wide!" Della's hands ached. His body, bearing the finest royal blood of Asgard, had been fortified by a thousand years of training with the microcosm and stars. It was immensely powerful.

Even Odin couldn't match Della's physical prowess, yet he was overwhelmed by Galactus, feeling as if he might shatter apart.

However, Della's attacks weren't entirely ineffective. Despite Galactus' armor's energy-controlling abilities, Della's persistent strikes left him slightly uncomfortable.

"Escariba!" Bearing the pain, Della unleashed a sharp sword light from his right hand, slicing toward Galactus.

The sword light obliterated everything in its path, but Galactus intercepted it with his arm, dispersing the dazzling beam effortlessly.

Throughout this battle, Della refrained from using the Holy Sword Star, aiming to break through to the seventh sense and reach Level God Father combat prowess.

If his microcosm reached the seventh sense, the infusion of divine power would transform Della's strength, elevating him to the pinnacle of Level God Father.

Though he appeared battered, Della's resolve remained unshaken. He sensed he was on the verge, just moments away from reaching a new level.

"Why hasn't Della used his holy sword yet?" Frigga watched anxiously, distressed by the sight of Della being driven back by Galactus, blood spilling with each blow.

"Della has his reasons. Not using the holy sword means he's holding back," Odin stated, Gungnir in hand, his demeanor calm.

Odin often found his son enigmatic. Despite Della's immense power, he seldom revealed the full extent of his plans, as if always strategizing.

"Cough!" Galactus delivered a crushing blow to Della's stomach, his organs quaking violently as blood spewed forth.

Galactus' punches were immensely forceful. While perhaps not shattering stars in one hit, they could certainly trigger a magnitude-12 earthquake if landed directly.