The cities within the Blood Prison were nothing like those outside in their fragility. With the strength of a Myth Realm Expert, one could batter even an entire world until heaven collapsed and earth split apart.
But it was different in the Blood Prison. Even a Peak Myth Realm expert would find it exceedingly difficult to break through a fortress. Many Myth Realm Experts gathered together could only form a single fortress.
As for a city, it could only be established if a Dao-Manifestation-level expert stood guard over it.
Otherwise, if so many martial artists gathered together on the scale of a city without a supreme expert overseeing them, they would merely become a juicy morsel in the eyes of the top experts of the evil paths, demonic paths, and Blood Demon race.
Moreover, unless one was a Dao-Manifestation-level expert, it was impossible to make so many Myth Realm Experts follow wholeheartedly.
Although Peak Myth Realm experts and Dao-Manifestation-level experts were separated by only a single realm, their status and strength were as far apart as heaven and earth.
Even among a hundred Peak Myth Realm experts, there might not be one who could truly attain the Dao.
And among a hundred Myth Realm Experts, there might not even be one capable of cultivating to the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level. It was easy to imagine that these Dao-Manifestation experts were nearly one-in-ten-thousand existences born among Myth Realm Experts.
To conquer a city, one first had to defeat the Dao-Manifestation expert guarding it.
Though the others did not quite agree in their hearts—for matters concerning Dao-Manifestation-level experts were beyond their ability to fathom, and their strength was not something they could casually judge—they all nodded one after another, not daring to offend Young Lord Yang.
They all knew perfectly well