Elsewhere.
Dongbo Xueying and the others of the native team charged into the tribal grounds one after another, front to back. Though invisible ripples surrounded the grounds and hindered them, the obstruction was weak.
"Cultivators of the World Heart Continent!" The Grand Elder was incomparably furious. Never before had he encountered such a tormenting assault of illusion. Those bewitching desires and temptations constantly tugged at his soul. He had already crossed that threshold and reached Emperor level, yet he still had to devote much of his focus to resisting them, greatly reducing the power of his techniques.
His techniques had been crude to begin with. With their power greatly diminished, the pressure he placed on Sword Master was far lower. Sword Master easily kept flying and fleeing.