At this moment, under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, the battle between the two fighters reached a fever pitch.
Surging demonic energy roiled around Sargeras, an endless torrent of eerie, searing flames rising and burning, emanating waves that seemed to herald the end of the world.
Within these pulsations, the battlefield between him and Owen dissolved into chaos.
Their figures were imperceptible; only the terrifying ripples of their clashes could be seen, exploding like high-energy blasts in the void, scattering shockwaves in every direction.
These shockwaves didn't leave the two combatants unscathed.
Even Owen's battle-hardened, seemingly indestructible body was scorched black by the demonic flames, thick black smoke rising from his seared skin.
Meanwhile, Sargeras was faring no better.
