Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 225 Meeting an Old Friend in a Crimson Desperate Situation

Shen Anzhi dragged her heavy steps, her knees trembling with each step, her throat parched as if on fire. Gazing at the blood-red valley ahead, she couldn't help but feel grateful. Thankfully, in the bamboo forest, the bamboo weaving elder had used the thousand-year-old bamboo worms she had caught herself to refine bamboo worm pills. Those two pills, gleaming with a warm luster, had become her trump card, allowing her to escape death twice. Without this trump card, let alone passing Jianmen Pass and the Emperor's Pavilion, she would probably have become food for the demon soldiers on the small plains long ago.

The closer you get to the Valley of the Underworld, the stronger the malevolent aura in the air becomes, as if countless wronged souls are howling in your ears, piercing your eardrums with pain.

This place truly lives up to its reputation as the most terrifying spot in the Sichuan Basin. The rocks at the valley entrance are stained with blood, gleaming with an eerie dark red, and even the weeds grow twisted and grotesque. Legend has it that the Valley of the Underworld is connected to the netherworld, and even demons fear its malevolent aura, daring not to set foot here easily.

But now, this place has become a passage for demonic soldiers to invade Qiang City, and a cage for the Rimai Yongga Legion. Shen Anzhi leaned against the rock wall and took a breath. In the distance, he could see that on the battlefield at the entrance of the valley, densely packed demonic soldiers were charging into the valley. Although the allied soldiers in the valley were fighting bravely, they could not hide their exhaustion. They had been besieged for fifteen days and had to face attacks from all sides every day. Their physical strength had long been exhausted.

"Who is that?" At the valley entrance, Zi Lingxuan's grip on the Emei Dagger tightened slightly. She narrowed her eyes, gazing at the lone figure charging into battle in the distance. The person wore a blood-stained black robe, and the demon-slaying sword in his hand gleamed with golden light. He moved like lightning through the demon army formation, relentlessly slaying the demon soldiers blocking his path.

The monk Tongda opened his slightly closed eyes, clasped his hands together, and chanted scriptures, trying to dispel the surrounding malevolent energy: "Look at that sword... it looks like Miss Shen's demon-slaying sword!"

"Shen Anzhi?" Rimai Yongga suddenly stood up straight, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. His silver armor was already covered in cracks, his face was stained with blood, and his lips were so dry that they bled. The water in Huangquan Valley was polluted by malevolent energy and could not be drunk. They could only rely on the dry rations they carried with them to fill their stomachs, and they were already extremely thirsty.

Xuanfeng Yicheng also came over. His blue Taoist robe was torn to shreds, and only a few silver strands remained of the whisk in his hand, but hope was ignited in his eyes because of that figure.

As the figure drew closer, everyone finally saw the person clearly – it was Shen Anzhi! Her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in dust and blood, but her eyes remained bright, and her hand holding the demon-slaying sword was as steady as a rock.

"It's Miss Shen, she's here!" Rimai Yongga's voice trembled with excitement. Ignoring his exhaustion, he immediately shouted into the valley, "Congcong, go and greet Miss Shen!"

Inside the valley, the six-legged divine beast lay panting on the ground. It was Congcong, Rimai Yongga's mount. Its six legs were stained with demonic blood, and its wings were damaged in several places, clearly indicating that it had also experienced many fierce battles in recent days. Hearing Rimai Yongga's call, Congcong immediately raised its head, let out a clear cry, endured its exhaustion to stand up, spread its wings, and charged towards Shen Anzhi, stepping over the corpses of demonic soldiers.

Shen Anzhi was slaying a demon soldier that was charging at her when she suddenly heard a familiar beast's cry. She looked up and saw Congcong rushing towards her, its six legs trampling over the demon soldier's corpse, splashing up bursts of blood mist.

"Congcong!" Shen Anzhi's eyes instantly welled up with tears. All the fatigue and grievances of the past few days burst forth at this moment. She was both surprised and moved. As soon as Congcong ran to her side, she immediately flipped over and jumped onto its back.

"Giddy up!" Shen Anzhi gently patted Congcong's neck, and the Demon-Slaying Sword shone with golden light once more. Congcong understood, quickened its pace, and its six legs flew like the wind, carrying Shen Anzhi as it charged through the demon army formation.

Wherever the golden light of the Demon-Slaying Sword touched, demon soldiers fell to the ground, their souls absorbed by the sword, and the previously dim runes became bright again.

Shen Anzhi, perched on Congcong's back, felt the wind whistling past her ears. Looking at the crowd waiting for her at the valley entrance, a warm feeling welled up inside her. She had finally arrived; she hadn't disappointed everyone. Zi Lingxuan rushed forward first, her longsword cleaving through a demonic soldier that tried to ambush Shen Anzhi: "Miss Shen, you've finally arrived! We were almost at our limit!"

The monk Tongda chanted scriptures, forcing back the surrounding demon soldiers, and handed Shen Anzhi a hard barley cake: "Miss, you must be tired from your journey. Have something to eat first. The Yellow Spring Valley is too malevolent, so be careful."

Rimai Yongga, Xuanfeng Yicheng, and the other soldiers also surrounded them, forming a small camp back to back, constantly resisting the demon soldiers' attacks. Shen Anzhi took a bite of a barley cake; the dry crumbs stung her throat, but she wolfed it down. She knew this wasn't the time for sentimentality; only by quickly regaining her strength could she help everyone break through the encirclement.

Despite his tattered armor, Rimai Yongga stood tall and straight. Zi Lingxuan's hair was stained with blood, but the cold glint of her daggers remained undiminished. The monk Tongda clasped his hands together, his eyes weary yet full of gentle warmth. Xuanfeng Yicheng's whisk was broken, but his Daoist spirit remained; her heart, which had been hanging in suspense all the way, finally settled…

An Shang stepped forward, gently touching Zi Lingxuan's chapped lips with his fingertips, then patting Ri Mai Yongga's shoulder armor. His eyes were slightly red, but he smiled and said, "It's alright... you're all safe." His voice trembled slightly with the joy of reunion after a calamity. The exhaustion from days of fighting turned into a deep sense of comfort upon seeing his friends alive and well.

Cong Cong warily watched the surrounding demon soldiers, its six legs slightly bent, ready to attack at any moment. Shen Anzhi finished his pancake, gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, and looked at everyone: "Don't worry, everyone, with me and the Demon-Slaying Sword, we will definitely be able to break out of the Yellow Springs Valley!"

Seeing Shen Anzhi's resolute gaze and glancing at the golden demon-slaying sword in her hand, the crowd's previously low morale instantly soared. Rimai Yongga gripped his silver spear tightly: "Alright, let's follow Miss Shen and fight our way out!"

Xuanfeng Yicheng nodded: "The passage to the Yellow Springs Valley must be blocked. We must not allow the demon soldiers to invade Qiang City from here again!"

Zi Lingxuan and Monk Tongda nodded in agreement. The four exchanged glances, their eyes filled with determination. Shen Anzhi took a deep breath and channeled his spiritual power into the Demon-Slaying Sword, causing the golden light on its blade to intensify: "Splitting Light Demon-Slaying Sword!"

Dozens of golden rays shot towards the surrounding demon soldiers, instantly clearing a bloody path.

"Charge!" Rimai Yongga roared, charging out first, the golden light from his scimitar continuously slashing and killing the demon soldiers.

Zi Lingxuan, Monk Tongda, and Xuanfeng Yicheng followed closely behind, while Congcong carried Shen Anzhi and led the way.

The crimson hue of the Valley of the Dead remained thick, and the roars of the demonic soldiers never ceased, yet at this moment, a flame of hope ignited in the hearts of the allied soldiers.

With the addition of Shen Anzhi and the Demon-Slaying Sword, they believed that this siege, which had lasted for fifteen days, would finally see the dawn of victory.