The Grand Formation of the Enduring Samsara

Seeing that Jian Wushuang was still alive, his comrades heaved a sigh of relief.

"A trap! That's indeed a trap!"

"The great Monarch of the Jin Kingdom did not appear even at the first battle. To think that he would elect to conceal himself to ambush Master Wushuang! Hardly the conduct befitting a king!"

Huge roars of anger and indignant shoutings arose within the deep of the Battle Fortress.

The Palace Masters of the Green Fire World immediately convened to discuss their plans.

With incredible restorative powers of his own coupled with the help of the Gu King, Jian Wushuang required only a short period to heal himself with a new arm fully regrown.

"Palace Master Yun. I am afraid no one is better than you in the skills of using magical formations. Do you have any inkling as to what that black and white vortex is?" The Samsara Temple Master sat in his throne and asked, his deep voice rumbling with concern.