By the time Nuwa sensed the disturbance,
Lu Feng's formation had already taken shape.
Watching the formation beneath her feet slowly disappear underground, Nuwa still had a trace of puzzlement in her eyes.
The formations Lu Feng had set up earlier were already powerful enough. Why had he suddenly added another?
Puzzled, Nuwa naturally asked him outright.
"What happened?"
"Weren't the ten formations from before already strong enough?"
Lu Feng chuckled.
"Ten formations can stop ordinary people, but they can't stop the one who's coming next."
"Adding another formation is a sign of respect for him."
Hearing this, Nuwa grew even more puzzled.
Someone else was coming?
And this newcomer was actually quite powerful.
Powerful enough to make Lu Feng add another formation outright.
But the crux of the matter was that even if Nuwa's true body came here, breaking through those original ten formations would take considerable effort.
In the Primordial World as it stood, who below the Saints could break through Lu Feng's formations?
Doubts crowded Nuwa's mind, but she ultimately asked no further questions.
She simply waited quietly for the newcomer.
Meanwhile, outside Golden Ao Island,
Hongjun had already changed his clothes.
He wore the same purple robe, but one sleeve hung empty.
It was not that Hongjun did not want to restore his arm.
Rather, his arm had been destroyed by the explosion of space, and a great deal of demonic energy had clung to it.
By the time Hongjun tried to grow a new arm, demonic energy had already invaded the wound.
Thus, Hongjun could only come to Golden Ao Island missing an arm.
As he looked at the formations on Golden Ao Island, Hongjun's expression did not change at all.
He strode brazenly straight into them.
The instant he entered the formations, his gaze