As expected of a Titans, Aman'Thul displayed overwhelming power from the very first move.
Although Aman'Thul is a master of Arcane, he is no stranger to Fel. This confrontation with Suramar City is extremely risky, as the power of Elune, covers the land, and he dares not unleash the Arcane power he is familiar with.
All living beings are like ants, and even Titans, one in a million, uses Fel with such exquisite skill that it is enough to crush all living beings. Elisande, who has lost most of his memories, has never seen such terrifying Fel power before, and his heart is already filled with panic.
"Illidan, how dare you hurt my people!"
Elisande, accustomed to pride and unwilling to yield, summoned a vast amount of spacetime elements to aid her. These Elemental, formed from spacetime magic, were the result of ten thousand accumulations at the Nightwell, converging towards Aman'Thul.
"Elisande, it's time to show you true power, Dance of Fel Blades."
Aman'Thul spread his wings and leaped high into the air, quickly transforming into countless flying shadows. Each image possessed the same attack power as the original, and in just an instant, a vast amount of spacetime elements accumulated over tens of thousands of years were destroyed.
Elisande was stunned. Her most prized spell had been so easily broken. She hurriedly summoned the power of the Nightwell, Aman'Thul, after destroying the spacetime element, rushed towards Elisande.
Fortunately, Elisande was prepared; the magic of the Nightwell formed layer upon layer of magical shields, firmly protecting her within.
Aman'Thul frowned. Although his spellcasting skills were superb, they were naturally no match for the immense power accumulated by the Nightwell over millennia. He had a way to sever Elisande's connection with Nightwell; all he needed to do was destroy the magic tower between Elisande.
However, Aman'Thul intended to directly challenge Elisande to demonstrate his superior skills, and he forcefully attacked the shield with his own power. The Titans' superb energy manipulation skills made extremely efficient use of Fel; for every unit of Fel consumed, Elisande had to counter with more than a hundred units of Nightwell energy.
Aman'Thul charged at the magical shield again and again, while Elisande gritted his teeth and persevered, feeling as if he might collapse at any moment.
Robbie intended to use Elisande to test Aman'Thul's strength. Aman'Thul's superb combat instincts surprised Robbie as well, far exceeding his expectations. It was astonishing that a Titans could possess such terrifying strength after escaping his captivity.
Who could stand against Aman'Thul at this level? Robbie thought of Queen Azshara from ten thousand years ago. Perhaps only the exceptionally talented Queen could rival the wisdom of a Titans.
"Robbie, you think Aman'Thul is very powerful, right?" the Black Cat asked casually, licking its paws.
Robbie nodded solemnly.
"Can you beat him?" the Black Cat asked, staring at Robbie.
Robbie immediately shook his head. Aman'Thul's skill in using power was on par with the thirty-six Holy Lights and the Runes of the Dead. Robbie had only grasped a portion of the Rune power and was far from mastering it.
Given how terrifying Aman'Thul, Robbie didn't think he had any hope of winning, not even the slightest hope.
The Black Cat revealed a cute smile and said with a grin:
"Don't be intimidated by the Titans' reputation. Just understand Titans history, how they came into being, and why they possess such powerful computing abilities. You'll then realize that the Titans are actually capable of being defeated."
Robbie looked at the Black Cat with interest. In Robbie's understanding, Titans were born from the World Soul, just like the Azeroth, nurturing a powerful Titans. Could there be some hidden story behind this?
"The birth of life is itself a low-probability event," the Black Cat carefully explained.
"Of billions of fish eggs, only a few will eventually grow into fry; of countless pollen grains, only a few will blossom into beautiful flowers. Similarly, the emergence of civilization is a low-probability event. Of billions of life forms, only a handful will evolve intelligence and develop civilization; of countless civilizations, only a very few will ultimately become super-civilizations."
"Titans are both the pinnacle of civilization and its end. World Soul's soul possesses no intelligence. Life will always exist on the planet's surface. If a civilization reaches its zenith, it will discover the secrets of the World Soul's soul. The strongest or most powerful individual on the planet merges with the World Soul, and this is how a Titans is born."
Robbie scratched his head after hearing this, seemingly having heard this idea before, and asked in surprise, "Then what about the other entities in this civilization?"
A civilization that develops to the point of being able to understand the secrets of World Soul may possess hundreds of billions of entities.
The Black Cat looked helpless.
"Life is cruel, and it is always accompanied by enormous sacrifices. After the birth of the Titans, most of the other entities of civilization perished, like those billions of fish eggs that failed to hatch. Only a few Elites were saved, probably in the millions. They were stripped of their intelligence, lost their sense of self, and assimilated into one of the millions of consciousnesses of the World Soul, just like Aman'Thul in front of us. When he had self-awareness, he must have been a super genius."
The Highfather Aman'Thul has lived for countless ages, meaning that countless ages ago, there was a super-civilization in the universe, which may have developed to the point of having hundreds of billions of lives, and it perished with the birth of Aman'Thul.
"Titans are one of the highest forms of life in the universe." The Black Cat's eyes were filled with wisdom.
"It is also a symbol of the extreme development of personal selfishness; one person becomes a god, and all living beings perish. But the Titans have a weakness: when a great civilization becomes Titans, it means that the civilization has stopped progressing. Over billions of years, all the Titans have stagnated; they have all become outdated."
"Outdated?" Robbie looked at the Black Cat strangely.
The Black Cat's eyes blazed with fierce fire as it proudly declared:
"As long as one resists the temptation and refuses to become a Titan, civilization can develop without limit, possessing unimaginable abilities and easily slaying demons and gods. The so-called Titans are merely larger puppets. In our Burning Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras is no longer our strongest force."
What exactly happened to the Dark Titan Sargeras?
Robbie felt dizzy. In his memory, the members of the Burning Legion originally came from the Demons imprisoned in Mardum Prison, and they were all defeated by Sargeras.
Sargeras should constitute the vast majority of the Burning Legion's fighting force, much like the sun makes up the majority of the mass of the entire galaxy, with other planets and moons merely embellishments.
After all, Sargeras was Dark Titan larger than a planet, and ordinary Demons were as insignificant as dust in his presence.
Now these ants have actually managed to defeat Sargeras.
The accumulation of collective wisdom, the development of magic and technology, and the rapid progress of civilization—this is perhaps the miracle of life.
Aman'Thul finally broke through Elisande's defenses, shattering layers of Magic Shields with a series of punches. He pounced, his right hand gripping Elisande's throat tightly, a ferocious expression on his face.
"Elisande, you are nothing but a pathetic ant. Tremble before me."
Before the corrupted Aman'Thul, the proud Elisande was so weak and vulnerable that he finally revealed an expression of despair.