Just then, the entire ship lurched downward. Its sturdy planks groaned under the strain, as though the vessel might break apart at any moment.
"Pfft..."
Under that crushing pressure, several Phoenix Cry Mountain disciples spat blood and collapsed to the floor.
"Hmph. What a few impertinent brats." A voice rang out of nowhere, and a figure appeared in the cabin out of thin air.
As he appeared, the light around him seemed to warp. The pressure grew too much for the Phoenix Cry Mountain disciples to bear; one even fainted.
"Tang Changsheng!" Shi Yueyu cried. "I'll fight you to the death—"
Before she could finish, the man flicked his sleeve and sent her flying into the cabin wall. "Who is Tang Changsheng? I have some questions for you. If you don't answer honestly, you can taste my Soul-Searching Method!"
Only then did they see clearly that, though the man was shrouded in the dim light of the Illusory Spirit Realm, he was not Tang Changsheng. He was a Daoist with an even darker expression...
Zhang Chongshan suddenly seemed to realize something. "You're a Purple Dusk Demon?"
"A Purple Dusk Demon?" The Daoist gave a low chuckle. An invisible force slammed into Zhang Chongshan as though someone had kicked him, and he spat another mouthful of blood.
"If you say I'm a Purple Dusk Demon, then so be it. Tell me who Tang Changsheng is."
"Junior Sister, don't tell him!" Zhang Chongshan cried.
But Shi Yueyu had already spoken. "Tang Changsheng is an enemy of ours. He's also cultivated to the Illusory Spirit Realm!"
"Oh?" The Purple Dusk Demon had paid little attention at first, but the mention of the Illusory Spirit Realm made him take notice.
Whether in Purple Dusk or Eastern Glory, few Yin God True Persons had cultivated