By now, the entire Great Divide had become a pool of magma. The purple hide and the writhing fungal mats, deprived of nourishment from the Old God's power, would eventually die in the desert's harsh environment.
"As for the Old God's corruption, we can leave it alone. Without the Old God's power to sustain it, it can't survive here," Patrick told the others as he looked at the pool of lava before him. "We can continue our march into the Silithus Great Desert."
Patrick's words brought everyone's thoughts back to reality. The Qiraji throughout the Great Divide had been engulfed in a sea of fire in an instant. The destructive power of Patrick's move was truly terrifying. In moments, the Qiraji that had given the entire allied army such a headache had been wiped out, along with their master's tentacles.
If he used that move against Dalaran, wouldn't Dalaran's entire force be wiped out in an instant? Rhonin thought. Rhonin himself was a legendary mage. Although he had only recently advanced, he was at least a legendary mage now, and there were plenty of legendary professionals of various classes in their ranks. Yet which of them had ever seen a spell this powerful?
Azeroth was ultimately a world where strength ruled. At the very least, Patrick's move had warned anyone harboring designs on Quel'Thalas to rein in their schemes. Patrick had no time to play games with anyone else right now.
Striking the mountain to frighten the tiger and disturbing the grass to startle the snake meant much the same thing. Patrick also wanted to show everyone Quel'Thalas's strength, achieving the strategic purpose of deterrence.
Although Arcane Mass Point was tremendously destructive, Patrick's skill was still powered by arcane energy. It was unlike the Old Gods' overbearing methods of directly