Patrick was horrified. Kil'jaeden had withstood the Sunwell's explosion. Not only had she survived, but as time passed, her body had emerged as far as her abdomen. Once Kil'jaeden fully arrived, they would all be wiped out, and Azeroth would become a second Outland. No, it was more likely to become a handful of dust in the universe.
The strength of the Burning Legion's two great leaders was beyond question. Without the protection of the ley lines, either Archimonde or Kil'jaeden could destroy Azeroth from the Twisting Nether at any time.
"How is this possible?" Patrick roared in frustration. He had exhausted everything. The Arcane energy throughout his body had been overdrawn, and he could no longer even maintain his Mana Shield. Against an enemy as powerful as Kil'jaeden, Patrick was no different from an ordinary person with no fighting ability.
"Ants are ants, after all. It is only natural that you would make such a judgment when you know nothing of true power." Kil'jaeden answered Patrick's question, the great demon's face brimming with smug satisfaction. Everything was within her grasp. This time, she, known as the Deceiver, had watched others walk into her trap step by step, going from full of hope to bringing about their own destruction. The feeling was simply wonderful. "The Titans restricted the pinnacle of power in this world to the demigod realm. Yet demigods are merely strong ants who command the World Rules. Only upon reaching the false god realm can one distort the World Rules. As for true gods, they can create those so-called rules."
Kil'jaeden had told Patrick the true strength of those so-called high-level combatants. This secret, known only to the most powerful, was now clear to everyone. But Kil'jaeden had not hesitated at all, because in her eyes, everyone before