Inner Demons

The Sect Master had told him that this matter was "of utmost urgency," but in the current situation... he couldn't even complete the task?

Thus, he frowned slightly: "This humble Taoist is also a practitioner, not one of those ignorant secular folk. Lord Tongtian is indeed famous, but if I were to stammer out of fear upon seeing Lord Tongtian, it would be rude. However... is Lord Tongtian testing me? That is entirely unnecessary. This message is absolutely true; Lord Tongtian can find out for himself by going to Trapped Sky Mountain!"

Yazi no longer looked at him, but lazily yawned again and lay back down on the large Bluestone: "Get lost."

Cong Yunzi still wanted to say a few more words, but Yazi casually waved his hand as if shooing a fly.

Without any visible phenomenon, Cong Yunzi suddenly felt a fierce blow to his chest, as if a small mountain had instantly pressed down on him—his heart was greatly alarmed, and he immediately circulated all the Spiritual Power in his body to protect himself. However, the "full power" of an Illusory Realm cultivator was like dust before the "casual effort" of a Profound Realm great demon. In just one breath, Cong Yunzi finally could not resist, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lost consciousness.

The sun finally set.

He woke up again because of an intense pain.

It was as if his body was being torn by a force, and his flesh and blood were being ripped off piece by piece. The pain traveled from his arm to every corner of his body, making him, even in his stupor, let out a high-pitched, agonizing scream, and suddenly open his eyes and sit up!

Then he realized...