So even inside his own pseudo divine domain, Aodebiao was still on the defensive, the one being attacked by the Sea Turtle Race.
Next, Aodebiao only used saber gleams to block and weaken the Sea Turtle Race's vortex attacks. Beyond that, he made no other moves.
This passive state immediately set the gods around the arena discussing.
They all felt that Aodebiao was bitterly holding on.
"Haha, this Aodebiao—is he planning to give up?"
"Looks that way. Still, that Sea Turtle Race had better not be careless, because don't forget, Aodebiao has Undying Essence Blood!"
"Ah, right! If you hadn't said it, I almost forgot. Last time, although he used his Undying Essence Blood on that Hell Baron Demon Race, the God of Undeath seemed to have given him a second bottle!"
"So if this Aodebiao really isn't willing to accept defeat, he might very well use the undying potion again, right?"
"Exactly. What the Sea Turtle Race is doing now is absolutely correct—he's finding a way to make Aodebiao surrender on his own, without provoking him and forcing him into a dead end."
"Otherwise, if Aodebiao takes the undying potion again, he'll still be a great threat to the Sea Turtle Race!"
The gods in the spectator seats remembered, and naturally, the Sea Turtle Race in the arena remembered as well.
The Sea Turtle Race truly was, just as those gods had said, worried that Aodebiao would drink the undying potion.
After all, after Aodebiao had taken the undying potion, he had even managed to defeat and kill that powerful Hell Baron Demon. The Sea Turtle Race did not want to take the risk.
At once, the Sea Turtle Race simply continued persuading Aodebiao in a pleasant tone. "Aodebiao, why don't you just surrender? My heavy water really is