The Lotus Avatar dodged the opponent's attacks, his brows tightly furrowed. The formation formed by the golden-shadowed skeletons possessed considerable power.
At a glance, it seemed unable to inflict fatal damage for the time being. The opponent's method was like boiling a frog in warm water—harmless in the short term, merely gnawing away at his room to survive bit by bit. Once the opponent finished laying out his trap, leaving would no longer be so easy.
The Lotus Avatar's heart churned with indecision. At this moment, he could still leave if he wanted to, but the entrance to the River of Forgetfulness had appeared only after great difficulty. If he left now and the entrance closed later, there might not be another chance.
The pressure his true body was enduring was immense. He had kept this avatar's identity hidden so that it could serve as a surprise weapon in the future. If its strength did not improve, this surprise weapon would naturally lose its reason to exist.
The number of Immortal Lord-level experts who had fallen to his true body already exceeded ten. They had included members of the Ghost Race, Human Race, Demon Race, and Devil Race.
The Lotus Avatar reckoned that his progress was extremely rapid, but without sufficient opportunities, he had no idea how long it would take to improve or approach his true body's level.
At present, his strength was already more than enough for the overwhelming majority of people, yet he still fell far short of the top existences in the various realms.
The River of Forgetfulness was one of the few external forces he could rely on. If he could not kill Lord Zhan Tu here, then by cultivating step by step, it would be extremely difficult for him to kill a titled lord-level