"Ah!"
A scream interrupted their melee, allowing Grom, who was covered in wounds from the blades, a precious moment to catch his breath.
"Mortal! You have angered me. I will slaughter you!"
As Mannoroth was being controlled to death and on the verge of defeat, he let out a sky-shattering roar before his demise.
A surge of Fel energy pushed Arthas back. Mannoroth raised his hands, pulling all the undead and demons in Silvermoon City towards him.
He opened his maw and devoured them. A Fel-reeking portal formed, and one could vaguely see the endless starry sky and desolate planets on the other side.
A distorted aura emanated, instantly pulling the entire Silvermoon City into the boundless starry sky.
There were no traces of life here; the twinkling stars in the sky brought not a hint of warmth.
"What is this?"
Jaina felt immense shock. She found that the arcane energy circulating here had become incredibly thin, and an unsettling energy was trying to corrupt her.
Sylvanas and her sister were on high alert, their eyes fixed on the demoness whose aura had significantly risen.
"Hehehe, this is the Twisting Nether. It won't last long, don't worry."
Mother Shahraz looked at the Pit Lord, whose size had once again surged, a captivating and charming smile always on her lips.
"Because none of you will survive, you fools!"
It was unclear who this 'fool' was directed at.
Temporarily utilizing the Twisting Nether's environment indeed allowed demons to become stronger, giving them a home-field advantage.
For example, Fordring could defeat the demigod-level Lich King in the Chapel of the Light, and Azshara near the Well of Eternity could suppress Archimonde.
The advantage of a home-field was a surge in strength and the ability to suppress enemies.
The ten-meter-tall Mannoroth was only able to enter Azeroth because his strength was suppressed. Now, by sacrificing demons and temporarily using the Twisting Nether's environment, his body continuously swelled, eventually transforming into a sixty-meter-tall giant demon.
Arthas couldn't even reach his toenail. This was truly a comparison between an ant and an elephant.
"Ant! It is your honor to die by my hand. Remember my name, the Burning Legion's Destroyer, the Pit Lord Mannoroth!"
A cruel sneer, combined with the boundless darkness, with only scattered stars overhead providing a faint light.
Even the battle-hardened Lordaeron soldiers couldn't help but feel fear, their bodies trembling, their will to resist completely gone.
"Arthas!"
Jaina worriedly tried to teleport over. She couldn't leave her lover to face that giant demon alone!
A fair hand pulled her back, stopping her teleportation.
Sylvanas shook her head, her eyes filled with resolute trust.
"He won't do anything he's not confident about. Trust him; don't go and cause trouble. Our man is stronger than a demigod; no one is his match."
Gods descended!
The tiny mortal became a ten-meter giant, but compared to the sixty-meter demon, he still seemed too small.
Is stirring a water tank with a toothpick interesting?
Soon they would know if it was interesting.
"Torment!"
Mannoroth cruelly unleashed his ultimate skill. Cursed enemies would lose their ability to use magic and move, and their life would be continuously devoured by Fel energy. Eventually, after devouring flesh and blood, the Fel energy would hatch new demon guards.
This process was incredibly painful, turning oneself into nourishment for hatching demons, feeling how one was slowly devoured bit by bit.
Pain and fear would become the best nourishment for demons, and the hatched demons would be even stronger!
Hmm?
The Fel damage was effective, but not as strong as expected.
Arthas didn't become slow; instead, he grinned at Mannoroth. That smile was bright and cheerful, yet for some reason, it made even Mannoroth, a demon lord who had slaughtered countless planetary lives, feel fear!
With a raise of his hand, an invisible Fel energy forced Mannoroth into a Sleep state.
A sudden leaping chop woke the drowsy Mannoroth. The sudden damage and mental torment made him scream.
Fists rained down like a storm, each punch flashing with a unique light, hitting flesh.
The covering scales were shattered, and the screams abruptly stopped. The Fel flames on his body flickered erratically, threatening to extinguish at any moment.
Mother Shahraz, from a distance, already sensed trouble. She secretly began to brew a spell, intending to teleport away immediately once the Twisting Nether's duration ended!
No one knew the strength of these Pit Lords better than her. These demons were not numerous, but each one was a born warrior and killing machine.
Mannoroth was the strongest among them, and Archimonde's top confidant general, who had once ravaged countless planets and had an impressive record.
Such a powerful demon was no match for that human. If she went up, she would just be delivering herself to him. Why not run away quickly?
demons also feared death!
Especially now, being in the Twisting Nether, if they died here, they were truly dead!
Jaina, who had been incredibly worried just moments ago, now saw the tables turn and her anxious heart gradually calmed down.
She also reflected, wondering if she had been too distrustful of Arthas?
Even Sylvanas, who was new to this, knew to trust him. If she had gone over just now, besides being a touching gesture, she would probably have just been a hindrance.
Seeing their prince beat up the demon, the once fearful soldiers became invigorated.
Their eyes revealed fervent worship. Was this their future king?
To be able to serve such a powerful king and become his subjects, this was a supreme honor!
"For Azeroth! For the prince!"
Someone took the lead, and the other soldiers also roared in unison. From this moment on, they were the most loyal and fanatical followers!
"Ah! Damned ant!"
"Stop it! Not there!"
"My wings, my eyes, my, ah!"
With the final punch hitting the burning Fel flames on his skull, the roaring flames were extinguished.
Mannoroth's internal Fel energy was losing control, and more and more cracks appeared on his body. Green light covered his entire body, and he was on the verge of exploding.
At this moment, Mother Shahraz shouted.
"There's a crystal core in his head. Take it out, and it won't explode!"
An enemy's warning?
Arthas was about to leave, not wanting to be blown up by the opponent's post-death self-destruct. That would truly be ridiculous!
Grom: Prince Arthas, that's not funny. I really was blown up by him!
He reached in one last time and actually grabbed a spherical object.
When the crystal core was pulled out, Mannoroth, who was about to self-destruct, softly collapsed. Without an energy source, the self-destruct was terminated.
Just then, the Twisting Nether's time ended, and they returned from the boundless desolation to Azeroth.
Kael'thas, who was preparing to leave in the distance, happened to witness this scene. His former rival had turned into a giant, stepping on the head of the powerful demon that had caused Silvermoon City's fall, holding a man-sized Fel crystal sphere in his hand.
This god-of-war-like figure shattered his last shred of dignity, and he understood one thing in his heart.
There are differences even among princes!