He had personally lived through more life-and-death battles than he could count.
In the war to unite the myriad races of the Primordial Wilderness, he had been present in eight out of every ten battles.
He was a battle-mad man to the bone.
Yet ever since the two brothers had come into being, aside from the two small-scale campaigns they had launched earlier to expand their forces, they had remained hidden on the island, cultivating and recuperating.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi even felt as though every muscle and bone in his body had stiffened.
Now that war was finally about to begin, how could his blood not surge with excitement?
Seeing the eager gleam dancing between his younger brother's brows, Dijun had long since seen through his thoughts.
He could not help shaking his head with a soft laugh.
His younger brother excelled at everything, but that combative nature of his was truly a headache.
He was the sort of person who felt uncomfortable all over if he went even one day without taking the field and fighting.
Dijun also knew that his brother had been holding himself back for far too long—
he had forcibly refrained from fighting, and was already like a fully drawn bow.
Now that battle was imminent, letting him fight to his heart's content and loosen up his limbs was only natural.
Just as he was pondering this, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
It was a scout Dijun had sent out earlier, rushing in with a report:
"Reporting to the two lords! Scouts on the perimeter have just sent word—
A vast demon cloud is racing toward Blazing Sun Island from a hundred li away!
By rough estimate, there are no fewer than thirty thousand demon soldiers. They come with fierce momentum, charging straight