PD -Chapter 60 The Terrifying Power

“You want me to take you to the cockpit?” Xiao Hu looked at me in confusion. “What are you trying to do?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything. I don’t even need to go in. I just need access to the captain’s broadcast system.”

As I spoke, I opened my phone in airplane mode, pulled up the Notes app, and found the original text of the Jingxin Divine Mantra. I showed it to Xiao Hu.

“I need you to broadcast this through the cockpit speakers. The possessed Rakshasa will definitely react when it hears the chant.”

Xiao Hu hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “I feel like my career as a pilot is basically over after this.”

With that, he stood up and walked toward the front of the cabin.

I watched as he knocked on the cockpit door. The co-pilot inside, dressed in uniform, opened it. After a brief exchange, Xiao Hu entered and closed the door behind him.

I let out a breath of relief—things seemed to be falling into place.

I then signaled Liu Xiaopeng, Tang Shanshan, and Zhu Zhu to act separately and stay alert to everything happening in the cabin.

I stood up and pretended to walk toward the restroom, moving extremely slowly. Liu Xiaopeng also stood and pretended to stretch. Zhu Zhu and Tang Shanshan remained seated, each watching different areas of the cabin.

If anything abnormal happened once the mantra began broadcasting, it would not escape our eight pairs of eyes.

But after a long wait—by the time I had almost reached the front of the cabin—the broadcast still hadn’t started.

Something’s wrong.

Maybe the captain refused to let Xiao Hu broadcast that “mystical chant” of mine…

Just as I was thinking about how to fix the situation, I suddenly heard a heavy bang-bang-bang coming from inside the cockpit, as if something was slamming against the door.

At that exact moment, a terrifying sensation of weightlessness hit me. My body lurched and I almost fell to the ground—the plane had suddenly dropped in altitude.

Gasps erupted behind me. All passengers had clearly noticed something was wrong.

Before I could even steady myself, the plane began to shake violently.

Then—creak—the cockpit door suddenly opened from the inside.

The scene inside was chaos.

Xiao Hu was grappling with the captain.

The co-pilot was lying unconscious on the floor.

And the aircraft was now completely without control.

The captain—still wearing his uniform—had eyes as black as ink, with no white at all. He had wrapped his tie around Xiao Hu’s neck, restraining him with terrifying strength.

Xiao Hu struggled desperately. With his last bit of strength, he pushed the door open and saw me.

His lips moved slightly.

Ignoring the violent turbulence, I braced myself and rushed into the cockpit. Golden spiritual light gathered in my hands as I rapidly drew the Jingxin Divine Talisman  in midair and hurled it at the captain.

I wasn’t trying to destroy the entity. I was trying to expel it.

This was not an ordinary evil spirit—it was an Underworld Rakshasa. With my current strength, destroying it was impossible. And even if I could, I could not risk damaging the aircraft structure. A single mistake would mean the deaths of over a hundred people onboard.

So I had to be extremely careful.

“Little Daoist, you dare interfere with Underworld affairs?” The captain loosened his tie and threw off his hat, dispersing my airborne talisman with a wave of dark energy.

But at least—this attack freed Xiao Hu.

I signaled him to stabilize the aircraft, then pulled out my Soul-Subduing Ruler and faced the Rakshasa head-on.

“Lord Rakshasa, forgive my offense!” I stared into the captain’s pitch-black eyes and spoke coldly.

“You know I am an executor of the Underworld, yet you still dare act. Are you trying to defy the Heavenly Way?” the captain’s voice echoed unnaturally, layered and inhuman.

“You’re about to cause three air disasters in such a short time, killing so many people. That doesn’t sound like the Heavenly Way to me,” I replied without flinching.

The Rakshasa seemed irritated at being exposed. With a cold snort, it stopped speaking and suddenly lunged at me.

I dodged toward the windshield. It missed and landed like a beast on all fours.

But it wasn’t interested in a prolonged fight. It immediately used a feint—while I evaded, it dashed out of the cockpit.

By now, Xiao Hu had stabilized the aircraft. The shaking gradually subsided, and the flight attendants began calming the passengers.

The captain then charged toward the flight attendant with her back turned.

My heart sank—I wouldn’t make it in time.

But at the critical moment, Liu Xiaopeng suddenly stepped in and shoved the flight attendant aside.

She stumbled into the control area, and the Rakshasa—still inside the captain’s body—followed her in.

The room was filled with crashing sounds as equipment fell everywhere.

I rushed in immediately.

Inside, the Rakshasa was holding the flight attendant like she weighed nothing. Her face was full of terror, completely unable to resist.

I immediately swung my Soul-Subduing Ruler, wrapping it around the arm holding her.

But the moment it made contact, the other hand grabbed it.

That was a hand capable of tearing open emergency doors weighing several tons. With a casual tug, it flung me away.

My back slammed into the cabin ceiling with a thunderous bang. Pain flooded through my body—I felt like my spine was about to snap.

The Rakshasa threw my ruler aside, then raised its fingers like claws and pointed at me. Its psychic force pinned me against the ceiling, defying gravity.

“If you want to die so badly, I’ll take you with her.”

It slowly closed its fingers. I felt my body being crushed by an invisible beast.

At that moment, Liu Xiaopeng rushed in and shouted:

“Evil spirits of the Nine Netherworlds, follow the incense clouds… Supreme Spirit Treasure light, grant eternal peace!”

He threw a handful of yellow talismans—the Hell-Breaking Mantra—straight at the Rakshasa.

The talismans burned as they stuck to its arm.

The Rakshasa frowned, snorted coldly, and released the unconscious flight attendant—turning its attention toward Liu Xiaopeng instead.

But Liu Xiaopeng’s skill was nowhere near enough to harm it. At best, he could only scratch it.

Still, he had succeeded in drawing its attention away from me.

And that gave me a chance.