The melee had consumed no small amount of time, leaving everyone with little time to recover. By the following day, only a few hours remained, so most of the immortals simply rested around the arena—some meditating, some feigning sleep. Everyone did the same.
There had been a great many participants in the first melee, but the fact that exactly sixty-four remained was all too conspicuous. The dozen or so immortals protected by Shao Zi and the other disciples would surely become targets of interception. No one would be willing to cooperate with immortals like them. Rogue Cultivators could band together, but anyone who wanted to enter another small team had to be prepared to be rejected.
Of the sixty-four immortals, after excluding my five disciples and the thirteen immortals they protected, the remaining forty-six had no united group like theirs. At most, they traveled in groups of three or five. Some served as chips for one side's bookmaker, while others formed small teams with two or three immortals they were close to or had worked with before. Facing the team led by Shao Zi and the others, they naturally stood on full alert, treating them as their hypothetical enemy.
This also made the danger of the thirty-two-strong elimination melee far greater than that of the first great melee. The immortals placing bets and raking in profits could naturally see this coming. In particular, some immortals had taken the initiative to arrange for several bookmakers to unite into teams of more than thirty immortals to deal with Shao Zi and the others. This would inevitably become the main strategy.
I naturally raised both hands in approval of their approach. The only difficulty was how to get the message inside.
"Lord Yun has already sent people to inspect the surroundings. The guards