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"What is to be done then?"

Jian Wushuang turned angry and growled, "Is there nothing we can do, save to watching blindly as the vortex swells and grows until it destroys us?"

The Palace Masters wore a sullen and worried look.

"Should we try for an all-out assault and kill the woman who is still working on the rituals of the Grand Formation?" The Tang Emperor suggested.

"That would hardly help." Palace Master Yun shook his head heavily. "Once Enduring Samsara Formation is formed, even we kill the man who plays the formation, it will continue to expand without an end."

"Is there really no solution to this?" The Samsara Temple Master asked, refusing to relent.

"I still have much to learn in the skills of conjuring magical formation. There could still be a chance if we have help from someone who is more adept and proficient in the use of these skills." Palace Master Yun admitted.