Punching at cotton, full of strength but nowhere to utilize it.
The current situation of the Ancient Sun Emperor was exactly as such; he never imagined that he would fall to such an awkward plight, feeling unbearably restricted.
Indeed, his authority had not been lost, but his own power was isolated; having lost his own source of energy, as the battle dragged on, he could feel that his depletion of strength was growing more substantial than his recovery, approaching a point where he would no longer be at his peak.
One must know that his current state was already one of unhealed injuries; the reason he could exert peak power at this moment was that he had just directly drawn on the power he had left in the Sun Divine Palace.
But such power was ultimately finite; it was an accumulation of thousands to tens of thousands of years.
