A terrifying ball of lightning hurtled towards Sargeras, who nimbly dodged it.
"Useless, Aman'Thul." Sargeras's voice was laced with contempt. "You, tainted by mortal emotions, have long since fallen from grace. Your attacks have become predictable and traceable; your defeat is inevitable."
Aman'Thul remained silent, only continuously casting spells, gathering one lightning orb after another, and relentlessly hurling them at Sargeras.
Sargeras stopped dodging altogether; a shield appeared in front of him, blocking all the lightning orbs.
Sargeras received the news as soon as Aman'Thul arrived at this time.
But he couldn't ascertain the extent of Aman'Thul's fall. The Highfather Aman'Thul, the master of time, whose power even the proud Sargeras dared not underestimate.
It wasn't until Aman'Thul lost his little finger, and especially when he couldn't control his anger and punched a piece of the continent of Azeroth, that Sargeras finally felt confident. Aman'Thul no longer had any secrets from him.
Sargeras's counterattack came quickly; he raised his greatsword and slashed at Aman'Thul.
This was a very strange attack; it wasn't fast, nor was the angle particularly tricky, yet Aman'Thul couldn't dodge it.
The greatsword struck Aman'Thul's shoulder, leaving a terrifying wound from which countless drops of golden divine blood gushed out, quickly transforming into raging golden Flames.
"It's here, it's here, Sargeras's guaranteed hit attack!"
The battle between the two Titans is a major event in the universe.
Queen Azshara would never let this opportunity slip by, even at the risk of corruption and depravity.
The Sea King Trident, hidden in the Void, has been partially repaired. Queen Azshara used a spying spell to observe this battle between gods.
Sargeras is known as the strongest of the Titans because his attacks are guaranteed to hit. This is a mysterious law that cannot be explained by ordinary reasoning, much like Aman'Thul's mastery of time.
Aman'Thul's body suddenly turned into a phantom. In an instant, the phantom ended, and all his injuries disappeared, but he clearly showed signs of exhaustion.
This is the ability to Time Reversal. Aman'Thul restored himself to the state before the attack. This ability is practically Invincible, but unfortunately, it consumes too much energy.
"Aman'Thul, this is not the Pantheon. There is no endless energy for you to consume. Your body has limited energy reserves. How many more times can it withstand such drain? Your defeat is inevitable."
Sargeras was in no hurry to attack. He arrogantly declared, "Aman'Thul, you will kill Elune with your own hands, and I will give you a chance to live. I would be happy to see you betray love."
Aman'Thul remained remarkably calm and unhurried, saying, "Even within the Pantheon, facing your guaranteed-hit attack, I would find it difficult to cast Time Reversal too many times. The Pantheon has ample energy reserves, but my stamina is limited."
Even so, Aman'Thul did not give up, and said with slightly narrowed eyes:
"Sargeras, every living being's life has its ups and downs, just like you, a Titans. In your long life, you had your most glorious moments of power, and also your weakest moments of despair. It's a pity I never saw you before your birth, otherwise you would be nothing more than a World Soul before me. But I have seen your pitiful state after you were severely injured."
The powerful force of time distorted the surrounding starry sky, making everything unclear. A strange area appeared out of nowhere, as if a black hole was hidden there.
Aman'Thul unleashed his most powerful time manipulation technique, and in that instant, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened slightly.
"In the long river of time, you are not always strong, and I will always be able to find your weakest moments."
Sargeras immediately showed caution, muttering, "It seems the Legendary are true; you really can pinpoint the enemy's weakest point. But how many times can you actually use this ability?"
"One time is enough to defeat you."
Sargeras seemed to be fixed in the air, his body constantly changing shape.
Sometimes he's aggressive and arrogant, sometimes he's covered in wounds and looks pathetic, sometimes he's spirited and full of ambition, and sometimes he's like a Liuliu, homeless dog.
The universe is so vast that the Pantheon's exploration area is only a small part of it, but even in such a limited area, there are still many beings capable of threatening the Titans.
Sargeras encountered countless crises during his conquest of the universe, and being covered in wounds was commonplace for him.
Finally, Sargeras's body froze. His skin was cracked all over, and surging energy was destroying his body and scorching his soul. His eyes were blinded and spewing out bursting Flames.
"Behold, Sargeras, even the most powerful Titans like you has such a tragic moment."
Aman'Thul was pale; the spell had taken a heavy toll on him. Looking at the heavily wounded Sargeras, he arrogantly declared, "Before time, you must remain in awe; you cannot resist the invincible laws of time."
Elune, immediately saw hope; she had never imagined that Aman'Thul possessed such terrifying power.
"Well done, Aman'Thul. I look forward to our deal. Quickly end Sargeras's life and put an end to everything."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The heavily wounded Sargeras let out a boastful laugh:
"What wondrous control of time, Aman'Thul. As expected of the Highfather and the leader of the Pantheon. But have you forgotten? I healed my injuries on my own, without using a single resource from the Pantheon."
"What have you done?" Aman'Thul's voice changed, sensing something was wrong.
Sargeras roared furiously, "In my most desperate moment, to survive, I endured the painful transformation by Fel. You forced me to do this, Aman'Thul."
"What? You accepted Fel back then? That's not good."
Endless Fel energy invaded Sargeras's body, its Fel surging through him. Sargeras's injuries were fully healed, and he slowly stood before Aman'Thul.
"Anger fuels my Fel; feel its Fel."
Sargeras raised his greatsword and swung it repeatedly at his former brother.
Overwhelmed by energy depletion, Aman'Thul was no longer able to resist. His powerful Titans body proved no match for the enraged Sargeras and quickly collapsed, turning into a vast cloud of cosmic dust that, from afar, resembled a beautiful nebula.
Sargeras's massive hand, burning with Fel, reached into the nebula and pulled out a transparent soul.
Aman'Thul's soul was weak and feeble, yet he still looked at Sargeras with unwavering confidence:
"Sargeras, I've long anticipated my defeat, but will you kill me?"
Sargeras's angry face showed hesitation.
"Through endless years, you too have been lost and wandering, haven't you?" Aman'Thul laughed. "I've been tainted by mortal emotions, and so have you, and you're even more deeply entangled than I am. We're brothers."
"Yes, we're brothers, so I can't kill my own brother, even if I know you're using me."
Sargeras's hands trembled; he couldn't tear his brother's soul apart—it was his inner demon.