But there was one kind of defeat he could not tolerate: a meaningless rout, a collapse with no discernible cause.
He could never accept such an outcome, much less stand by and watch it happen.
He had to save the Ten Great Demon Saints.
But not through a reckless frontal assault. He would use ingenuity to overcome force, putting strategy before brute strength.
That was the safest and most viable path before them.
If they relied solely on brute force, charging into battle on nothing but hot-blooded courage, the result would only be a crushing defeat:
they would fail to save anyone and lose themselves in the process;
not only would all their efforts come to nothing, they might even drag themselves into an abyss of eternal damnation.
Dijun did not wish to see his younger brother forever trapped in such a simple, crude way of thinking.
That sort of fighting could never amount to much, nor could it bear the weight of great responsibility.
"Big Brother, what do you mean?"
Hearing the unspoken meaning in his older brother's words, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's heart stirred.
After so many years at each other's side, he had merely been frantic with worry just now, his judgment clouded for a moment.
Thinking it over, though Big Brother was an iron-fisted ruler, he had always valued loyalty and righteousness.
Those two old subordinates had followed him through countless campaigns. How could he possibly watch them die in vain?
Clearly, Big Brother had already made his plans.
At this thought, a trace of shame crossed Taiyi's face.
He truly had lost his composure just now, unable to distinguish what was important from what was not.
"Activate the Hunyuan River Diagram Formation!"
"Next, we'll use this formation to have a proper contest.
Let's see whether the