The disciples were quickly led away by the outer and inner court Masters. Their safety was the first priority. They were taken further up the mountain and sheltered in various inner courts.
Time seemed to slow as the Demon lurched toward the vortex. His expression changed slightly as he became aware that he had come to a halt. He looked at The Grand Elder with wide eyes. The old man was moving normally despite the fact time had come to a standstill.
"Don't look at me." The Grand Elder said, stroking his long silver beard. "I'm not the one you need to fear. Using that technique was a grave mistake."
The Demon flinched at the old man's words. He thought his plan was foolproof. He had gathered enough resources from the Sect that he figured he would at least be able to escape.