Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 224 Rebirth Through the Efficacy of the Elixir
General Black Python hovered in mid-air, looking at Shen Anzhi's corpse lying on the ground, his eyes filled with resentment. He still remembered that back in Sanqing Mountain, this little girl had actually soaked his primordial spirit in medicinal wine, causing him to be forced to hide and hope to help the Heavenly Demon seize Shu Mountain and reshape his primordial spirit.

"This is an irreconcilable feud!" General Black Python gritted his teeth and swooped down, intending to grind Shen Anzhi's corpse to dust. However, as soon as he got close, he was frightened by the Demon-Slaying Sword on the ground and took a few steps back.

The madman saw that the Demon-Slaying Sword was emitting a faint golden light, and the runes on the sword were constantly rotating, frantically absorbing the surrounding demonic energy. The remnants of demonic soldiers scattered on the ground were completely absorbed by the sword.

General Black Python felt a chill run down his spine. He only had one chance to live. If he were to be targeted by the Demon-Slaying Sword, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Consider yourself lucky!" He spat fiercely, then turned and roared at the demon soldiers below, "Forget about these corpses, attack Yellow Spring Valley immediately and devour all the cultivators inside!"

The demon soldiers dared not disobey, and they all sheathed their weapons and surged towards the direction of the Valley of the Underworld. General Black Python glanced warily at the Demon-Slaying Sword again, then transformed into a black gust of wind and hurriedly departed; he did not want to stay in this dangerous place for even a second longer.

As the demon soldiers departed, the plain gradually returned to calm, leaving only Shen Anzhi's corpse and the remains of the demon soldiers scattered on the ground. Just then, the bamboo worm pill under Shen Anzhi's tongue began to slowly melt, and a warm power surged into his body through his throat, flowing gently like a stream. Wherever it went, the broken meridians were gradually repaired, and the depleted spiritual power began to recover little by little.

Two hours later, Shen Anzhi suddenly opened her eyes, let out a loud shout, and slowly stood up, supporting herself with her hands on the ground. She moved her neck; the neck that had been snapped earlier had completely healed, but it was still a little sore.

"That was close..." Shen Anzhi touched her throat, feeling relieved. She picked up the demon-slaying sword from the ground. The runes on the sword were still glowing, indicating that it had absorbed a lot of demonic energy and its power had increased.

Before she could even catch her breath, the roars of demonic soldiers echoed from afar. A small squad of demonic soldiers hadn't managed to escape and, seeing Shen Anzhi resurrected, immediately surrounded her. Shen Anzhi's eyes sharpened. She took out another bamboo worm pill from her storage ring and placed it under her tongue: "Since we can't kill them all, then let's keep killing!"

She gripped the demon-slaying sword tightly and charged into the demon army's ranks once more.

This time, Shen Anzhi was even more cautious. She first used "Spirit Wind Shadow Step Kill" to flash among the demon soldiers, constantly depleting their strength. When the demon soldiers were exhausted, she activated "Ice Soul Sealing Demon Formation" to trap them in the formation, and then used "Splitting Light Demon Slaying Sword" to kill them one by one.

The Demon-Slaying Sword became increasingly easy for her to wield. With each swing, it took the lives of several demon soldiers. The souls of those demon soldiers were absorbed by the sword, making the dark patterns on the blade deeper and deeper, and the golden light more and more intense.

After a fierce battle, Shen Anzhi finally arrived at the Imperial Pavilion. This pavilion was built against the mountain, entirely constructed of black rock, and covered with eerie runes. The air was thick with the stench of blood, even stronger than the demonic energy of Jianmen Pass. As soon as Shen Anzhi stepped into the Imperial Pavilion's grounds, he felt a powerful aura lock onto him.

"Human, you have quite the nerve, daring to trespass into my Imperial Pavilion!" A chilling voice echoed from within the pavilion, followed by a blood-red figure that floated out. It was a monstrous creature clad in blood-red robes, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace, its eyes glowing crimson, and its body shrouded in thick blood mist—the Blood Demon, the Imperial Pavilion's ultimate boss. "I'm going to the Valley of the Underworld. Those who stand in my way shall die!" Shen Anzhi gripped his Demon-Slaying Sword, its tip pointing at the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon sneered, and the blood mist instantly spread, transforming into countless blood spikes that shot towards Shen Anzhi. Shen Anzhi hurriedly used "Spirit Wind Shadow Step Kill" to dodge the blood spikes, but there were simply too many, and her arm was still cut open, with blood flowing out instantly.

"It's no use, you can't escape." The Blood Demon said, forming hand seals, and the blood mist condensed into a huge blood blade, slashing towards Shen Anzhi. Shen Anzhi dared not be careless, and poured all his spiritual power into the Demon-Slaying Sword, unleashing the "Splitting Light Demon-Slaying Sword". Dozens of golden rays collided with the blood blade, producing a deafening sound.

The golden light and the blood-red blade clashed for a moment, but in the end, the blood-red blade prevailed. The golden light was dispersed, and the blood-red blade slashed towards Shen Anzhi. Shen Anzhi had nowhere to dodge and could only raise her Demon-Slaying Sword to defend, but the power of the blood-red blade was too strong. She was forced to retreat repeatedly, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"It's time to end this." A ruthless glint flashed in the Blood Demon's eyes. The blood mist condensed again, transforming into a gigantic blood hand that reached out to grab Shen Anzhi. Shen Anzhi tried to activate his skill again, but his spiritual power was almost depleted, and he could only watch helplessly as the blood hand seized him.

With a "crack," Shen Anzhi's body was crushed by the bloody hand, and she fell to the ground again, her consciousness gradually fading. The blood demon looked at her corpse and laughed loudly, saying, "Hahaha, no one can stop the destruction of Mount Shu, hahaha." After saying that, he turned around and went back into the Emperor's Pavilion.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Anzhi finally slowly opened her eyes. It was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the Imperial Pavilion, turning the ground golden. The bamboo worm pill under her tongue had melted, and its effects were much slower than before. Clearly, using it twice in a row had diminished its effectiveness.

Shen Anzhi propped herself up to stand, feeling sore all over, as if she had been taken apart and put back together. She touched her storage ring and found that the bamboo worm pills inside were all used up, all her trump cards were exhausted, and even her spiritual energy was only a trace: "This is troublesome..." Shen Anzhi smiled bitterly, her hands trembling slightly, and even gripping the demon-slaying sword felt difficult.

She looked around and found that there were no more demon soldiers in the Imperial Pavilion. The roars of demon soldiers echoed in the distance; they were clearly heading towards the Valley of the Underworld, intending to block the allied forces led by Rimai Yongga. Shen Anzhi's heart tightened; she wanted to rush to the Valley of the Underworld immediately, but her legs felt as heavy as lead, and she couldn't even run.

She looked at the demon-slaying sword in her hand, wanting to nurture the sword and enhance her power by killing demons, but there wasn't a single demon soldier around. Even if there were, with her current physical and spiritual strength, she wouldn't be able to fight at all.

"If only I had a mount..." Shen Anzhi murmured to himself, and the image of Tuantuan suddenly flashed through his mind. If Tuantuan were here, it would definitely be able to carry him and get him to Huangquan Valley quickly.

Now, she was left alone, dragging her weary body, moving step by step towards the Valley of the Underworld. The sun gradually set, night began to fall, and the demonic energy around the Emperor's Pavilion grew increasingly dense. Shen Anzhi knew that time was running out. Her friends in the Valley of the Underworld were waiting for her; she had to get there as quickly as possible, and she would never give up, even if there was only a sliver of hope…