At that time, as long as he held the token, he could control the various formations within the entire Human Secret Realm. This was somewhat similar to magical artifacts refined outside, except that these formations were completed in advance, eliminating the need for one to refine them personally. Similarly, refinement was not allowed because they were meant to be left for later generations.
They were merely users among them, and no one was allowed to disrupt the overall structure.
"By doing this, you've completely torn your face off. When Yin Taiping returns, will you be able to deal with him?" Old Ye said with a faint smile.
"Even if he comes, he won't be able to break the formation. Besides, isn't there still a one-year newcomer protection period? Who will emerge victorious after a year remains to be seen!" Ye Xiwen said confidently.
Of course, protected by these formations, even if someone came to challenge him, he could choose to hunker down inside the formation. Doing this could also avoid the fate of being driven out, but generally, people would not do so. The reason was simple: anyone cultivating the martial dao must forge ahead with courage and vigor. Once a feeling of fear arose, it might even form an inner demon. If things went poorly, it could lead to deviation into a demonic state, and it was very likely that they would never be able to advance an inch for the rest of their lives. If one could not overcome this inner demon in their heart, then that person's achievements would be limited.
Therefore, no one would be so shameless as to prefer defeat over refusing to fight.
Precisely because of this, such a sense of crisis forced everyone to cultivate desperately. Otherwise, they might be defeated by others,