Illidan stood in utter silence, bearing all the agony alone. His skin began to crack. Almost the entire power of the magic array was channeled into him alone. Roland let out a harsh, eerie laugh. "Illidan, you traitor. Perhaps being torn to shreds inside the Ice Domain Magic Array is your best end. No one can save you, not even Tyrande. Inside the Ice Domain Magic Array, I am the master of all. Haha! The magic array forged by Lord Lich King using the souls of countless living beings in Lordaeron is truly extraordinary. Now, killing you is as easy as crushing an ant to me."
Illidan clenched his teeth tightly, struggling to swing the Holy Sword of Light in an attempt to counterattack. Yet Roland merely exhaled a breath of frost that froze both Illidan's arm and the divine sword solid. The divine sword flashed with brilliant light, seemingly putting up a stubborn resistance within the layers of ice.
Seeing Illidan's miserable state, Tyrande instantly cried out in a trembling voice, "Illidan, give up the fight."
Chapter 442