Facing Illidan's question, Roy tilted his head slightly and said with a faint smile, "What do you mean? Illidan Stormrage, do you… really want to see me expelled?"
"You… don't belong here, not on Azeroth!" Illidan calmed his mind and gritted his teeth. "The Burning Legion's plan has failed, demon! Go back to the Twisting Nether!"
Illidan was sure that when he, Malfurion, and the others appeared at the Well of Eternity, the demons had noticed his rebellion, so he was going all out in front of Roy. Anyway, he had already completed his plan, so he no longer needed to pretend to be polite to the demons.
"Hehe, how dare you speak to me like this? Illidan, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"
The smile on Roy's face gradually became ferocious, and he released the power in his body. In an instant, Illidan felt a terrifying pressure suffocating him. His standing body began to bend involuntarily, and his knees began to tremble, about to collapse.
