The opponent's realm was a layer higher than his own, and in a normal fight, he would likely be even more than a match for himself.
Each layer of realm was like a different heaven.
He had profoundly realized this during his fight with the Old Crocodile - just how formidable the Form Refining Technique could be.
Although he had improved again, and had some powerful tricks up his sleeve,
Without risking his life, if he encountered an intact Old Crocodile again, there would still not be much chance of victory.
Let alone these few guys whose strength seemed even greater than that of the Old Crocodile.
If he really fought to the death against one of them, he might stand a chance to win.
But, as it had been said, to fight your own "ally" to the death before the enemy even arrived, becoming seriously injured—it would be like having a hole in your head.