Misted soul weapon

The dim white mist slowly excluded from max stretched out palms, as it spread like a perfume contaminating a five meter radius fast. The charging gangsters were unfazed seeing the mist, as they continued in their pursuit entering the mist. But they regretted it the next second, as they could feel their bodies shrinking. The life being sucked out from them as they could only scream, and wallow in pain as they were mummified.

"Shit." Fen muttered, seeing the undeniable outcome of the rest if they boundlessly continued.

"Everyone avoid the mist! whatever you do, don't go into it!" Fen yelled out commands to which the gangster's shouted, avoiding the mist by going round it. It was just a 5 meter radius, so the distance wasn't much before they reached max.

"I don't know what the fuck you are, but you're not so tough now huh?" Fen had a smug grin on his face, seeing max defenseless. He was in rage wanting to kill max, but he wasn't stupid to run into his death.