Then Thor found himself run ragged.
He couldn't win,
and he couldn't run.
So Thor could only turn his gaze toward Hayato, filled with resentment, hoping Hayato would put aside his curiosity and deal with the deathly black mist directly.
He believed Hayato could do it.
And easily at that.
The only question was whether he was willing.
Hayato smiled faintly at Thor.
Of course, he could not allow the black mist to spread. Asgard would undoubtedly bear the brunt of it, but Earth was also within its reach. Moreover, the average Asgardian's constitution was more than three times that of an Earthling.
If he let it continue, Earth's casualties would instead be even worse than Asgard's.
By now, he had gained a preliminary understanding of the power of death.
After all, death involved souls, and the Infinity Stones included the Soul Stone.
Hayato extended his palm.
For a moment, the black mist gathered toward Hayato's palm like moths flying into a flame.
Hela immediately noticed the disturbance in the black mist.
Then she immediately tried to control it and seize back control.
But her will to control the black mist sank like a stone into the sea, receiving no response whatsoever.
Hela was decisive as well, immediately stopping the creation of more black mist.
The black mist she had previously created condensed into a massive black sphere roughly one meter in diameter, floating before Hayato.
That black sphere was no longer mist.
It had become almost tangible, black as ink.
As Hayato closed his hand, the black sphere compressed even further.
In the end, it became a solid black marble.
Hayato tossed the black marble to Hela.
"Well? Do you still think you can win?"
Hayato understood Hela's thoughts very clearly.
She wanted to fight because she thought there