In a sense, the Drakkari's destruction had already become inevitable. But if Galdarah and the others knew that the Trolls of Zul'Aman had also begun trying to enslave the Animal Gods and steal their power, would they cry themselves unconscious or laugh themselves senseless inside the Arcane Mass Point?
After all, the Drakkari Trolls had originally been exiled by the combined forces of Zandalar and the Amani. Yet after all those years, the Forest Trolls of Zul'Aman had also embarked on the very path they had once so vehemently opposed.
Under everyone's gaze, Patrick released the pull of his arcane energy. The ball of earth landed heavily in the pit, and the tremendous crash brought the dumbfounded Animal Gods back to reality.
"Hiss... hiss..." Sseratus the Cobra was the first to react. "I can no longer sense Slad'ran's presence."
Slad'ran was Sseratus's high priest. As the supplier of Slad'ran's divine power, if Sseratus could no longer sense his presence, that undoubtedly meant Slad'ran was dead.
"Mamtoth cannot sense Moorabi anymore either." Mamtoth shook his head. Mamtoth did not believe Moorabi could have survived an attack like that in there.
Akali remained silent. Patrick's move had shocked him too deeply, exceeding the six Animal Gods' understanding of power. In terms of strength, Akali's abilities were indeed formidable, but the Rhinoceros God had chosen the wrong way to express that power.
Both Akali and Mamtoth preferred solving problems with brute force. The enormous bodies of the rhinoceros and Mamtoth endowed them with extraordinary strength. Even a simple stomp or charge could instantly destroy a sturdy fortress wall. If they turned to studying the power within their bodies instead of relying on brute force, their combat abilities as top-tier spellcasters certainly would not be weak.
Patrick did not stop, however. An azure Arcane