บท 1211: A Gray Eye

And on the other side.

The team containing the natives and the cultivators like Xue Ying had rushed into the clans-ground one after another. Even though the clans-ground was protected by an unseen ripple, it was weak.

"Cultivators from the Realm Heart Great Land!" The Grand Elder felt immensely angry. He had never encountered an illusory realm which felt so uncomfortable. That illusory realm made him feel bewildered and enticed, it was continuously pulling on his soul. He had already broken through and reached the Emperor level, yet he still had to fork out part of his heartforce to resist against that illusory realm, causing his combat efficiency to reduce greatly.

His techniques were originally crude. Now that they had become much weaker, he could barely suppress Swordmaster anymore. Swordmaster could still easily fly and escape from him.

"Hu."

Charging past the ripple, they saw the towering mountain which was the clans-ground.