The battle between the two of them and the Scourge had lasted for dozens of minutes in the blink of an eye.
Though they faced an army of thousands, Ye Ting and Sylvanas had held their ground by relying on the narrow terrain, even inflicting heavy casualties on the undead in return.
What enraged the Lich King even more was that, even now, neither of them showed the slightest sign of fatigue. Instead, they seemed to grow stronger the longer they fought, as if more than ten minutes of high-intensity combat had not consumed any of their stamina or mana at all.
Ner'zhul had no idea that the enemies he faced were not ordinary mortals. Both of them possessed the power of the Third Magic—in other words, it was like fitting fusion engines into ordinary sports cars. Ten minutes of expenditure was nothing to them.
However, Ner'zhul was not some stubborn idiot who would blindly stick to one path.
Perhaps realizing that a war of attrition would not work anytime soon, Ye Ting finally noticed that the enemy's offensive had begun to ease.
That did not make him relax. Instead, it made him even more vigilant.
From what he knew of the Lich King's character, while he might choose to endure when facing the Burning Legion's top brass, he would never give up so easily against enemies like them.
Sylvanas was the same. After shooting down the last skeleton soldier attempting a suicidal charge, she did not stop to rest. Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the pitch-black passage before them, as if some terrifying monster might leap out at any moment—she was constantly guarding against the Scourge's schemes.
Yet the scheme did not come from the passage ahead, nor from the troops surrounding them outside, but from beneath their