The Disaster of Destruction

Under the dazzling lights, five corpses lay neatly arranged. Their muscles bulged, and even in death, their purple skin still seemed to radiate waves of formidable power. "Let me see what exactly you're plotting..." Donnie's face was cold as he looked down at the five Thanos corpses. "You," of course, did not refer to Thanos, but to Death. An ordinary Thanos was nothing. Donnie had more than enough power to kill him, even if he resurrected countless times.