Savior

"Deathwing is channeling the Cataclysm! Once he completes this spell, he will tear the whole world apart! We must stop him!" Nozdormu roared, leading the charge towards the Dragon Soul. As he approached, a golden beam shot out from the artifact, and Nozdormu immediately felt a tremendous force pushing him outwards, making it difficult for him to move.

Just as the Dragon of Time was about to be blasted away by this force, the other three Guardian Dragons flew over. At the same time, three beams of red, green, and blue light shot out from the Dragon Soul, also holding back the other three Dragon Aspects.

"Use our divine power to fight against this artifact!" Alexstrasza said, flapping her wings vigorously to stabilize herself in the air, while telepathically communicating with the other Dragon Aspects.

"Alright!"

The four Dragon Aspects opened their mouths almost simultaneously, each spewing out their most primal divine power. Instantly, four pillars of fire of different colors clashed with these golden beams, and the Dragon Aspects' divine power pushed the beams back a little. They were invigorated, but after flying forward only a tiny distance, an even greater repulsion was transmitted, preventing them from advancing an inch.

What's worse, their actions provoked a counterattack from the Dragon Soul—this golden sphere suddenly launched a huge black energy beam towards each of the four Dragon Aspects. The four Dragon Aspects could clearly sense that it was the power of the Earth-Warder that they were most familiar with and most hated!

The power from Neltharion!

Focusing on resisting the power that matched their own attributes was already difficult enough for the four Dragon Aspects. They simply didn't have the extra power to cast defensive spells, and even moving their bodies to dodge became impossible under the resistance of the beams—because once they dodged, it would mean that all their previous efforts would be in vain!

"We can't retreat!"

"We can't retreat!"

The four Dragon Aspects strongly expressed this idea through telepathy. Their expressions were determined, their faces resolute. Even if they were seriously injured, they must not retreat!

They had already prepared for that, but the four Dragon Aspects were not fighting alone. Although the special power of the Dragon Soul had a great restraint on ordinary dragons, making the Dragonmaw clan unable to participate in this confrontation, others intervened—just as the four black beams were about to hit the four Dragon Aspects, four shining golden barriers suddenly stood in front of them. The black power of the Earth-Warder struck the barriers, but failed to harm the Guardian Dragons behind the light shields.

In the distant sky, a Draenei elder with white hair, long eyebrows, and white-gold skin was holding up a staff, channeling the purest Holy Light from seventeen Light Naaru. It was he who turned this Holy Light into the most powerful defensive spell, protecting the Dragon Aspects.

This was Prophet Velen, a respected elder, leader of the Draenei, and the most devout believer in the Holy Light.

However, everyone knew that with passive defense, they would never be able to break through the Dragon Soul's blockade of the sky, nor would they be able to attack Deathwing, who was protected by this artifact. Someone had to change the situation!

The Orc Warchief, the most powerful shaman—Thrall, with his deep blue eyes, had been watching closely. He saw everything and heard all the telepathic communications of the Dragon Aspects. He knew it was time for him to contribute.

Although he was not a black Guardian Dragon and did not have such divine power, he had to fill that role! If he couldn't, the heroes and demigods below would not be able to stop Deathwing from tearing the earth apart!

He shouted to the other two shamans—Drek'Thar and Muln Earthfury: "Leave this to you!"

"Be careful, Go'el!" From the Earthen Ring camp came a brown-skinned female orc's worried voice. Thrall didn't need to turn around to know it was Aggra, the most outstanding young shaman taught by Grandmother Geyah.

Thrall nodded, holding a golden feather in his hand. This exquisite feather, flowing with magic, came from Aviana, the mistress of the sky, and the power inside could grant the user the ability to fly! Thrall was crucial in this battle, and Aviana would certainly not be stingy with her feathers. Golden wings sprouted from the Orc Warchief's back, and with a flap of his wings, he was taken into the sky, flying towards the four Dragon Aspects in the sky.

This most powerful shaman in history flew to the sky above the Dragon Soul. The four Dragon Aspects all knew what he was going to do, and the emotions in their hearts were self-evident. Thrall pursed his lips, and with pity and piety, he prayed to the elemental spirits that had once given him endless power, but were now in a state of panic and chaos due to the Cataclysm:

"Elemental spirits, I can feel the fear in your hearts, just like the fear in my heart at this moment."

"Deathwing is tearing the earth apart. He has long abandoned his duty as Earth-Warder and has become the destroyer of the world."

"I will never succumb to this dark power! Whether it is my heart, my people, or all the creatures in the world who are full of longing for the future and hope, they are unwilling to be destroyed by the dark and evil forces!"

"We are just as panicked as you, just as afraid of the coming of that day, and that is why we should resist!"

"So I ask you to fight alongside us, break Deathwing's terrifying control, and return this world to its original track!"

"Let dust return to dust, and earth return to earth!"

Under Thrall's prayer, the elemental spirits, who were originally in infinite panic and turmoil because of Deathwing's spell to destroy the world, heard his voice, and their emotions gradually stabilized. Countless chaotic voices of the elemental spirits gradually unified, turning into a desperate and yearning word:

"We will help you, shaman!"

The immense power of the elemental spirits transformed into a pure white beam of light under Thrall's guidance, and blasted towards the Dragon Soul in the sky.

The Dragon Soul sensed Thrall's attack, and the black beams that were originally attacking the four Dragon Aspects re-converged into one, and counterattacked the white light. Instantly, Thrall felt as if he had been hit in the chest by the Hammer of Twilight. The sudden tightness in his chest almost made him lose control of the power of the elemental spirits, but his strong will allowed him not to give up because of the pain, but to persevere.

The four Dragon Aspects immediately felt the pressure on their bodies greatly reduced. Seeing Thrall join in, they shouted: "We'll hold on! Control the Dragon Soul!"

The Dragon Aspects flapped their wings and moved forward while spewing out divine power. Now they each shared a portion of the Dragon Soul's attack, and the pressure was greatly reduced. This artifact was originally created by condensing the divine power of the five colored Guardian Dragons. It could only release five types of energy, and when these five types of energy were resisted by the same energy, it could no longer continue to show its power.

Even so, this artifact itself was very powerful, and the further they advanced, the greater the pressure they felt. Before long, they felt it difficult to move. Especially Thrall—he was not originally an Earth-Warder, but the elemental spirits provided him with similar energy, which allowed him to temporarily act in this role. Facing the increasingly powerful resistance of the artifact, he felt more and more powerless.

Fortunately, with his addition, the four Dragon Aspects did their best and finally reached a position where they could cast spells to control the Dragon Soul.

The four Dragon Aspects began to cast spells silently, and struggled to grit their teeth and persevere.

The Dragon Soul artifact also seemed to sense the threat. It trembled slightly in the air, and then the resistance became weaker and weaker. The light that resisted the Dragon Aspects' divine power gradually weakened, until the divine power emitted by the Dragon Aspects themselves gradually extended and soon touched the artifact itself. Only Thrall still felt heavy pressure, because the black power of the Earth-Warder that he was fighting against did not weaken at all!

His forehead was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, but he knew his duty. No matter what, he could not hold back the four Dragon Aspects now!

Not even in death!

The Dragon Aspects felt that the progress of the spell was becoming more and more gratifying. Their divine power forged the golden artifact in the center, gradually peeling away its original defense. They were fighting with Deathwing for the ownership of this artifact, but it seemed that Deathwing did not care and did not pay attention at all. He was still wholeheartedly casting "The Cataclysm" below.

The nearby Maelstrom spun wildly, its momentum several times greater than usual! Waves tens of meters high continued to surge in the deep black sea, but even if the tide did not impact the small island where they were temporarily stationed, the people on the island felt the earth shaking—the earth was trembling and fearing under Deathwing's brilliance.

The heroes on the ground and the Dragon Aspects in the sky were on the same front, but their combat methods were completely separate. The Dragon Aspects and Thrall worked together to fight against the Dragon Soul, while the others fought against Deathwing, who was casting "The Cataclysm."

Deathwing did not have the time to deal with them personally, not only because he was guiding the spell to destroy the world, but also because he simply did not need to.

When the Turtle God Torlla surfaced and attacked the Destroyer, Deathwing said with a playful look in his eyes: "Come, you fools, come and witness my new power. This is a gift from the true master of the world!"

Countless huge crimson tentacles suddenly extended from the cracks in his body. These tentacles grew frantically, and the largest one directly wrapped around Torlla, almost lifting the huge Torlla, as large as a mobile island, out of the sea!

The other tentacles appeared among the heroes who were preparing to take advantage of Torlla's frontal pressure to attack Deathwing. Countless tentacles crawled up from around the island and even pierced the ground, drilling out from the ground. The evil power from the Old Gods made them flustered for a while.

These tentacles were like the most loyal troops lurking in Deathwing's body. They frantically attacked these heroes, and if one was cut down, another one would emerge nearby, as if they were endless.

And this was not the end, because Deathwing could still cast spells!

The Destroyer waved his two forelimbs, and several obsidian arrows full of destructive aura were released by him, flying straight towards the dragons and heroes who relied on their ability to fly and were lucky enough to avoid the interception of his tentacles to attack him.

The flight speed of the Source Energy Arrows wasn't fast. It was much slower than the fireballs released by ordinary mages, and the trajectory was also very obvious. They were aimed at the dragons and heroes who broke through the defense line and flew towards Deathwing, but at this speed, they could only hit these targets if the targets were foolish enough not to dodge.

Of course, no one would be so foolish, so they all dodged. However, Khadgar noticed something was wrong. Deathwing would never do something useless. How could he release a spell that could be easily neutralized?

He tried to analyze the principle of this spell with Arcane Analysis, and then his expression changed drastically: "Attack them! Attack them quickly!" He immediately cast Arcane Barrage, hitting the foremost Source Energy Arrow.

Seeing that Arcane Barrage didn't prematurely detonate the Source Energy Arrows, the others no longer hesitated and launched attacks one after another. However, they had wasted too much time on exploration. In haste, they only destroyed the three foremost Source Energy Arrows. Although the heroes and dragons at the front had tried their best to dodge, most of them were still engulfed by the devastating power when the other three Source Energy Arrows exploded.

The Holy Light spells cast on them were submerged in the explosion, and even their strong armor and scales couldn't save them from the disaster.

Khadgar gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles pale and prominent from the excessive force. He heard the Destroyer's merciless taunt in his ear:

"Your armor is useless, your faith is worthless!"

"I will show you the true Cataclysm!"

Deathwing wasn't just talking. His gaze swept over the heroes and dragons preparing to attack him from the sea. The air suddenly became dry, even though they were in the middle of the ocean. Then, people smelled a sulfurous odor, and the sea began to steam.

The High Elf Prince Kael'thas was shocked and suddenly shouted, "Be careful! The fire element is becoming abnormally restless! This place is about to burn!" As a master of fire magic, he was extremely sensitive to changes in the fire element and noticed this change immediately.

He was right. The fiery red tentacles growing out of Deathwing's body suddenly began to flow with molten lava. When the lava flowed to the ground, the earth began to burn. It wouldn't extinguish even when it flowed into the sea, but instead ignited the seawater as well. In just a few breaths, the area around Deathwing's body had turned into a sea of fire.

The Destroyer watched the heroes retreat and fly away in embarrassment, and he laughed wildly in the sea of fire: "Come on, challenge me! Face me! Like here, the entire Azeroth will burn!"

The terrifying high temperature of the lava was unbearable for anyone. Without the help of the Guardian Dragons, no one could fight Deathwing in the sea of fire.

The key to victory or defeat all depended on the stalemate in the sky.

Could the Dragon Aspects control the Dragon Soul before Deathwing tore the earth apart? Even if they could control it, would there be time to stop Deathwing?

No one knew the answer.

Anna looked up at the sky from a safe distance, but she saw the scene she least wanted to see:

The four Dragon Aspects had thought they could control the Dragon Soul after their incantation was completed, but the result was not so.

When they completed the spell with great difficulty, the Dragon Soul did not obediently resist them. Instead, it unleashed an even stronger counterattack—just as the Dragon Aspects' spell was completed, the black Guardian Dragon power that was originally in a stalemate with Thrall suddenly surged in power. Thrall's blue eyes watched the black beam, which had suddenly increased several times in strength, rush towards him. Even though he knew this power might annihilate him, he couldn't dodge at all and could only watch this scene happen.

"Thrall!"

"No!"

The Dragon Aspects exclaimed. They had noticed something was wrong when they had just completed the spell, because the Dragon Soul not only didn't obey, but instead absorbed their power and was becoming even stronger.

Almost at the moment Thrall was knocked away by the black power, the four Dragon Aspects also suffered the same fate. The divine power, which shared the same origin as them, also struck themselves. Although the intensity wasn't as high as the counterattack against Thrall, it was enough to seriously injure them.

Even though Prophet Velen desperately guided the Holy Light to provide them with protection, he couldn't completely offset the counterattack from the Dragon Soul.

The thick wall of Holy Light in front of Thrall was shattered by the black energy, and the aftershock struck the Orc Warchief. He felt as if he had died for a moment—because his soul seemed to drift away from his body. Although he wanted to control the Aviana's Feather behind him to regain his balance and pray to the Spirit of Life to help him recover from his injuries, he couldn't do anything. He was completely unable to control himself.

The sea below was burning fiercely. In the face of death, the young and wise Orc Warchief's eyes were filled with regret.

'Have we still failed...?'

He heard Deathwing's taunt in his ear: "Look, Orc, you are repeating your father's mistakes."

In the Earth Ring's camp below, Aggra was originally working with other shamans to cast a powerful shamanistic spell that called upon the spirits of the earth and other elemental spirits to heal the wounds of the earth and resist Deathwing's "Cataclysm", but her heart was focused on Thrall in the sky.

Seeing Thrall being struck by the black beam and falling weakly from the sky, she was stunned. She exclaimed, "Go'el! Go'el!"

The spell cast by the Earth Ring's shamans was already struggling to hold on. Although Aggra wasn't the leader, her mistake quickly triggered the collapse of the entire group.

Mulln Earthfury, the leader of the Earth Ring, the highly respected Tauren shaman, regretfully withdrew his hand: "It seems we have failed."

Nobundo, the Draenei Broken and the first shaman, also said in a low voice: "We will eventually face this moment. Even the elemental spirits cannot protect us."

"I never thought I would live to see the end of the world," Drek'Thar shook his head self-deprecatingly. He turned to Aggra, and although blind, he seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "Daughter of Lair, remember that disaster can destroy our bodies, but it cannot destroy our spirit."

Aggra was even more ashamed. Her brown face had almost turned black.

"No one can escape my wrath! This is your destiny!" Deathwing laughed wildly, "The Twilight Judgment is approaching! Can you feel it! The earth is trembling in my anger!"

His claws pierced deeply into the hard reef. As he spoke, the whole world began to shake violently, and a surge of tens of meters of angry waves rose near the Maelstrom, constantly spreading outwards.

Anna stared fixedly at the waves that were constantly spreading outwards, one wave higher than the other, and she couldn't help but think of the scene before she followed Nozdormu's call and traveled to this timeline—at that time, she was immersed in the fury of Theramore's destruction, and she was determined to retaliate in the same way against the executioner who caused all this—the Horde Warchief, Garrosh Hellscream!

She had the ability to do so, the ability to destroy the orc city of Orgrimmar alone—because she was holding the Focusing Iris, which could forcefully command the elements to obey her summons.

So she did—

Under her summons, countless water elementals appeared on the coast of Durotar. They stirred the sea and created terrifying waves. Just like the scene in front of her.

She knew what kind of destructive power these waves would cause. These alone would be enough to submerge more than 70% of Azeroth, and these areas would gather at least more than 80% of the population.

What's more, the power of the "Cataclysm" is not limited to this?

You must know that in the end, Deathwing will tear the earth apart!

Anna's heart ached faintly. The pain and anger in her eyes were intertwined. She knew how much she wanted to stop Deathwing, but she also knew that she was powerless alone. She wouldn't even be able to reach Deathwing before being killed by him!

She trembled all over, her teeth chattering.

At this time, a warm hand forcibly pried open her clenched fist and smoothed her fingers.

"Let us face it together, Anna. I will always be by your side," Prince Kael'thas's gentle voice came from Anna's ear.

"I hate that we just... lost?" Anna's voice was a little hoarse and slurred. Strong emotions stirred her heart.

"Perhaps there will be a miracle?" Kael'thas held her shoulders, his slightly glowing eyes looking at her, "Do you remember the Nexus War? We also faced such despair as we do now."

Of course Anna wouldn't forget that time when the almost crazy Malygos poured the energy of the Focusing Iris into the Arcane Diagram, and it was about to destroy the world. At that time, the process was already irreversible, and no one could stop the arrival of the Arcane Judgment.

The situation at that time was no better than it is now, but someone still turned the tide.

They all knew that person's identity, but he was already... sacrificed in the battle with the Chromatic Dragon.

And who else besides him can create miracles?

For a moment, both of them were silent.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Look, the Twin Moons!"

People looked up and saw the "White Lady" and the "Blue Child" intersecting in the sky.

"It's the Embrace of the Twin Moons!" the dragons exclaimed.

This rare celestial phenomenon, full of legendary significance, immediately attracted everyone's attention, drawing them out of the shadow of their recent failure.

Isn't this a miracle?

Then... will an even greater miracle happen next?

But reality gave them a ruthless blow!

Deathwing's maniacal laughter interrupted people's aspirations. He shouted with elation, "The Embrace of the Twin Moons! This is the moment I've been waiting for!"

Just as the two moons converged, the Dragon Soul, slowly rotating in the sky, suddenly emitted a great golden light. It became enormous, radiating heart- Palpitating energy ripples.

The Dragon Aspects immediately sensed that this artifact was resonating with the Embrace of the Twin Moons. No one knew what this meant, but seeing Deathwing's delighted expression, they knew it was definitely not something beneficial to them.

Sure enough, the energy inside the Dragon Soul began to surge, and then it emitted a majestic and vast golden beam, shooting straight into the frantically swirling Maelstrom.

What's in there? Why is Deathwing doing this?

No one knows.

They only had some vague guesses that this was probably related to Deathwing's master—the Old God N'Zoth.

Aegwynn, the Guardian among the crowd, suddenly had a drastic change in expression. Meryl Winterstorm, who was beside her, noticed and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"I sensed Med'an's aura. I can't be wrong, it's him!" Aegwynn looked anxiously at the Maelstrom. She thought in confusion, Deathwing put her grandson into the Maelstrom and used the Embrace of the Twin Moons to activate the power of the Dragon Soul. What is the purpose of all this?

She couldn't help but recall the message from Medivh—Aiden had said when Medivh, Garona, and Maraad met in Los Angeles that Med'an possessed almost limitless potential. Once he absorbed immense power and was then killed, the Old Gods could break through the Titans' prison and descend upon this world again!

The scene before her was almost identical to Aiden's description.

But knowing is one thing; right now, they can barely protect themselves. Saving Med'an is out of the question.

If Deathwing can't be killed, everyone in the world will be doomed, including Aegwynn herself. How could Med'an possibly escape?

At this moment, the Guardian who once killed Sargeras deeply hated her inability to change the situation. In the face of Deathwing, even the most refined power of Azeroth could not change the outcome, let alone an individual?

Aegwynn's eyes almost turned gray. She shook her head self-deprecatingly and said to Meryl Winterstorm, "I want to make one last effort." She told this senior her "plan."

"But you should know that it's useless." After listening, Meryl shook his head. This can't be considered a plan at all; it's no different from courting death.

"But what's the use of waiting?" Aegwynn retorted.

Meryl was silent.

Feelings of frustration and despair spread infinitely in the hearts of these strongest resistance fighters of Azeroth. Before this "Cataclysm," people found themselves so powerless that they couldn't change the situation at all.

"The Twilight Judgment... is this the real end?" Someone couldn't help but say. "But I'm not willing!"

No one knew how to respond. At this time, everyone needed encouragement and confidence, but at least they had to see hope. But now, in this Maelstrom, at this moment and in the foreseeable future, they could not see the slightest hope.

The only thing people could do was choose a way to die: charge towards death, or wait for death.

"Heroes, let us make one last effort!" The Red Dragon Queen forcibly suppressed her injuries. She flew into the air, encouraging everyone present, "This time is a truly critical moment for the survival of Azeroth. We don't know if we can stop the coming of the Twilight Judgment, but we must not succumb to Deathwing's intimidation!"

"Let me do my best, even if the final result is still failure, still death, at least we have tried!"

Alexstrasza's hoarse roar reached everyone's hearts, making their eyes firm again.

Although people still couldn't see the slightest hope, they couldn't numbly wait for death!

"What an exciting encouragement, Alexstrasza!" Deathwing gave a mocking compliment, then revealed his sharp teeth, scanning the people who were trying to stop him from completing his final mission, and said playfully, "Come on, rush towards me, embrace your death!"

Malygos's eyes were filled with determination as he took the lead in flying towards the Dragon Soul.

"Don't get close, let me deal with the Dragon Soul!" He opened his mouth and spat out a blue orb, which was the Focusing Iris. The other Dragon Aspects knew what he was going to do. He must want to use the power of the Focusing Iris to directly destroy that golden artifact that was hindering them.

Ysera hurriedly shouted, "No! Malygos, don't do that!"

Malygos roared, "This is my mission, don't stop me!" He was already approaching the area where he would be countered by the power of the Dragon Soul.

"It's not the time yet!" Ysera was extremely anxious. She knew something, but she couldn't say it clearly. She knew that Nozdormu must also understand, but the other party also had to keep it a secret.

If Malygos was allowed to do this, perhaps he could destroy the Dragon Soul, but no one could guarantee that the explosion caused by the clash of the two artifacts would be more terrifying than the "Cataclysm." Moreover, whether he succeeded or not, once he used the Focusing Iris to attack the Dragon Soul, he would definitely be killed by the Dragon Soul's counterattack!

Because of the special nature of this artifact, the moment Malygos launched an attack, the divine power of the other four Guardian Dragons would instantly rebound!

This is why they had to go together, and Sal must temporarily act as the "Earth-Warder" to get close to the Dragon Soul. It was also because of this that their spell to control the Dragon Soul ultimately failed. Because although Sal could replace the power of the earth, he could not truly replace the Earth-Warder.

"Trust me, Malygos, don't do that!" Ysera advised when she saw that Malygos was hesitant.

Nozdormu also said, "Trust Ysera."

Only then did Malygos give up that plan. In any case, he was still willing to believe Nozdormu, but he was not convinced:

"Then am I just going to wait like this? Look, Deathwing's spell is about to be completed! If we can't control or destroy the Dragon Soul, the heroes below will not be able to launch an attack!"

"Don't worry, it's coming soon!" Ysera comforted the Blue Dragon Aspect.

"What's coming soon?"

Nozdormu suddenly looked up, looking at the Stormspire Fortress floating in the distance—the Naaru's spaceship, which was also the transfer station that directly transported all the heroes to the sky above the Maelstrom.

Malygos looked over following the Time Dragon's gaze. He thought that the heroes of Valorant might have arrived, but he muttered, even if all the more than one hundred heroes of Valorant arrived at this time, what would be the use?

Without controlling the Dragon Soul, no matter how many people there are, they can't attack Deathwing.

Unless...

His heart couldn't help but jump.

He knew, and even everyone here knew, why the heroes of the Valorant Federation did not participate in this battle at the beginning, except for the Naaru.

Because they were working hard to seek the resurrection of that leader, the one who repeatedly created miracles in desperate situations.

Aiden!

Although the previous attempts had ended in failure, even the High Priestess of the Night Elves, Tyrande Whisperwind, had personally failed to resurrect him from the Emerald Dream, so people had to accept the fact that he might be permanently absent from this cruel reality.

The current battle has become extremely desperate because of the lack of Aiden and the heroes under him, and people have almost lost their fighting spirit.

Malygos had to admit that if Aiden was here, the situation would definitely be much better than it is now.

But wasn't the other party's sacrifice also to "block the knife" for them, the Guardian Dragons?

The Blue Dragon Aspect stared at the Stormspire Fortress. Not long after the energy fluctuations of the teleportation array came, the first figure flew out from the glowing gate of the Stormspire Fortress.

He recognized it, it was "Judgment Angel" Kayle.

Then Dragon King Alexstraza and "Fallen Angel" Morgana appeared one after another.

Malygos couldn't help but be full of anticipation and fear of disappointment. Would Aiden fly out of that gate of light?

When Angel Pamyel and Angel Ophiel passed through the gate of light at the same time, a person with holy light wings on his back appeared. He shouldn't have been particularly eye-catching in the crowd, but Malygos still saw him at first glance. The other heroes who were also paying attention to the movement of the Stormspire Fortress also looked at this scene in disbelief—

That was the person they most expected to appear, the legendary hero who had saved this world several times!

Aiden, he's resurrected!

Deafening cheers rang out at this moment, and people completely forgot about the current predicament. The despair and frustration in their hearts disappeared with his appearance, and the lost confidence was regained.

What is hope?

His appearance is hope!

Deathwing, of course, could not ignore this change. He saw Aiden's return. This was the person he and N'Zoth were most afraid of. This person represented variables and uncertainty. Even if his plan was foolproof at the moment, Deathwing still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

He listened to the ear-piercing cheers of these people, and saw the flame of hope rekindled in their eyes, all of which made him feel uneasy.

Deathwing couldn't help but look up at the Dragon Soul in the sky that was pouring energy into the Maelstrom, and then looked down at the Cataclysm that was more than halfway through and was about to tear the world apart, and his eyes penetrated the bottomless Maelstrom, "seeing" the situation inside—the hybrid kid Med'an, who was using his body to accommodate the Dragon Soul's vast power.

Everything is perfect, everything is in the plan.

This gave him great confidence, making him no longer so hesitant.

"So what if Aiden is resurrected? No one in this world can stop my Cataclysm!" Such a voice sounded in his heart, and he emphasized viciously, "No one!"