"This Thousand-Kill Battle Arena has already taken shape. It's said that a complete Thousand-Kill Battle Arena imposes extremely strict restrictions on both sides of a battle, and ordinary people can't interfere.
Although the original form of this Thousand-Kill Battle Drum is somewhat damaged and its restrictions have loosened a little, it has merely allowed you clowns to exploit a few loopholes.
The restrictions on scale have loosened somewhat. I estimate it can permit only two or three of you to attack me at once; otherwise, you'll be devoured by the killing spirits within the Thousand-Kill Battle Arena.
With just the six of you, even if you take turns, you'll be finished after two rounds. You think you can defeat me in those two rounds? You certainly have plenty of confidence."
The Lotus Avatar calmly sized up his opponents, unafraid that they would swarm him in a fit of rage. If the Thousand-Kill Battle Arena's restrictions had truly fallen to this level, he could leave easily. Their encirclement could not be formed.
As for taking turns, that was indeed a method. However, as long as he broke through the opponent in every round, their wheel battle naturally would never get rolling.
These ghost-things at the Primordial Spirit Body realm were no less calculating than he was. Since they had spent so much effort luring him into the Thousand-Kill Battle Arena, they must have prepared a killing move. The Lotus Avatar did not underestimate them too much.
Before his voice had even faded, a burst of strange cackling rang out.
Several ghost-things with birdlike beaks and black feathers all over their bodies flashed into view, broadly retaining human forms. "What an arrogant Taixiao Sword Lord. I hope that mouth of yours can stay so hard later."
"He's nearly dead anyway. Letting him