Chapter 910

The Avengers probably wouldn't die.

As for Wakanda?

Let them die.

He didn't care.

The most important point.

He had already done the difficult parts, and what was left were just some small fry. If the Avengers couldn't even deal with these small fry, they might as well change their name.

Hawk returned to Wanda's side, looked at Thanos, who was being pulled into the air by Wanda, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

One word.

Miserable!

Two words.

Tragic.

Coming into view.

If Thanos hadn't ordered the fleet to fire indiscriminately, he would have been torn apart by Wanda long ago, and there would have been no need for Tony Stark to snap his fingers.

Unfortunately, the script was written like this.

But now it's not a script.

At the very least, here, Thanos couldn't call for fleet support, and could only bear the rage of the rampaging Wanda.

At this moment, Thanos, because there was no interference from the fleet, and Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian and others were also entangled by the Avengers, had his full set of armor removed by Wanda under the scarlet chaos power.

That's not all.

Thanos's limbs had already been twisted into twists by Wanda in her rampaging state.

Scarlet Witch!

Terrifying!

Hawk looked at Thanos's miserable appearance now, and couldn't help but look at Wanda on the side, who was deaf to the world outside and only focused on torturing Thanos, and then reached out and naturally pinched Wanda's wrist.

"Alright."

"... Boom!"

The scarlet chaos aura in Wanda's eyes dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, she looked blankly at Hawk in front of her, and then after Thanos fell from the air to the ground, her pupils quickly focused.

The next second.

Bang!

Wanda came back to her senses, the memories of the two universes merged into one at this moment, and she hugged Hawk.

"Hawk!"

"I thought I would never see you again."

"..."