Watching from the Sidelines (Twenty-Nine)

Once Eastern King Duke unleashed the Myriad Immortals Formation, it was a case of "slay gods if gods stand in the way, annihilate immortals if immortals stand in the way." For a time, the Sun Palace forces suffered beyond description.

Dijun and Taiyi were frantic, but all they could do was fret. They had to endure it, no matter how desperate they were: Eastern King Duke had singled them out for special attention. With two big fish before him, why would he bother with minnows and shrimp?

Besides, Eastern King Duke hated Dijun and Taiyi to the bone. Even if he won this war, his losses would be enormous. How much had those two cost him? Now that he had them in his grasp, he was determined to make the brothers pay.

Did Dijun and Taiyi regret it? Truthfully, not at all. Overlords and emperors of the Primordial Wilderness like them stood by what they had done. Even if they were wrong, they would never admit it, much less regret it. They would turn wrong into right. "Stubborn and self-willed" described them at times; "refusing to shed a tear until they saw the coffin" described them even better.

Regret or no regret, they were having a miserable time. Who could withstand attacks from a Sage? Even if this one was a False Sage, his attacks were terrifying. Worse, Dijun and Taiyi watched their brothers and subordinates die one by one before their eyes, unable to do anything. It hurt, but they could barely protect themselves. If this continued, they might not hold out much longer.

In fact, Eastern King Duke himself was close to his limit. He had only just reached Early-Stage Quasi-Sage, yet he had been wielding power equal to—or greater than—a Sage's for an extended time. The strain