Peak Showdown

Illidan, enveloped in fel flames born of sacrifice, was utterly unaffected by Frostmourne's icy power. The fel flames were just as searing.

The clash began once more. The powerful demon hunter Illidan faced the Lich King Arthas in another duel. Illidan had suffered a regrettable defeat last time, but after several years, both of them had grown stronger. Who would emerge victorious remained to be seen.

Illidan's combat skills surpassed all imagination. His fel power was merely one part of his arsenal. No matter how great a power Illidan obtained, he could quickly master it. Besides his unwavering will to destroy the Burning Legion, there was another crucial reason: his strength had already been tempered to the point where he could bear it.

Illidan's body was like a dried-up well. No matter how many buckets of water were poured into it, it would never overflow. Yet after absorbing the power of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, Illidan had experienced saturation for the first time. He had yet to fully master this immense power, but in his battle against the Lich King Arthas, his proficiency in wielding it continued to rise.

Although Illidan's strength had improved tremendously, he discovered that the Lich King Arthas's shameless ability left even him helpless.

No matter how powerful Illidan's attacks were, they would be offset by the endless stream of soul energy. Every soul slain by the Scourge was the Lich King Arthas's power—nearly ten million souls from every race.

"That's enough. This time, it's my turn, Illidan." A bold voice rang out from the mountain beside them. Riding Fenryr, Grommash Hellscream rested Curse-Throat on his shoulder and stared fixedly at the Lich King Arthas.

The Betrayer Illidan seemed to have lost interest in the Lich King Arthas. He ended the battle, spread his demon wings, and