Seeing Thanos reveal his trump card, several sharp-eyed people immediately recognized how extraordinary it was.
The power of death—who wasn't afraid of dying these days?
Everyone reacted much the same way. Even Daisy, who was temporarily in the same camp as Thanos, did not dare let her guard down. She hid herself in the gap between the Astral Plane and the material world, temporarily leaving this plane. The other great gods, Adam, and the strongest Grand Magi each used their own methods. When faced with death, they all made the same choice: run!
Boundless black mist spread rapidly, centered on Thanos's right hand and engulfing everything in every direction. Not even light could be seen within the mist. Life was no stronger here than a candle flame—one gust of wind, and it went out.
The black mist came quickly and vanished just as quickly, completing its task in a single second.
Other than the few who had fled in advance, every remaining mage fell from the sky. Their breaths were gone; life had left their bodies. Within a radius of over ten thousand meters, every intelligent lifeform, tree, animal—anything even remotely connected to life—died.
The range and duration could have been increased, but Thanos had controlled the scale of this move. It was not because he was merciful, but because there was no need. The mages at the center of the battlefield were all powerful enough to warrant using his trump card. The low-level mages on the outskirts were not worth such a major attack in his eyes.
Daisy emerged from the Astral Plane and looked around. Thanos's move really was terrifying. Fewer than ten Grand Magi remained alive, while only two intermediate mages had survived. It was not because their magical attainments were especially profound, but because they carried