Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 229 Battle in the Valley of the Underworld

The crimson mist in the Valley of the Underworld grew thicker and thicker, and the number of demon soldiers piling up at the entrance to the Demon Realm was increasing, but they were still stuck in the narrow canyon, unable to move forward or backward.

The Demon Lord hovered in mid-air, his demonic energy surging like ink. Looking at the restless and roaring demon soldiers below, he finally couldn't suppress his anger and said coldly to the Black Python General beside him, "Useless! You can't even take the valley entrance. I have to take action myself."

General Black Python trembled, his skin beneath his scales tightening. Back in Sanqing Mountain, he was at least a tenth-tier demon emperor, but he never expected that in this land of Bashu, tenth-tier demon emperors would crawl all over the place and ancient divine beasts would fill the streets. He was dissatisfied with the Demon Lord, but there was nothing he could do. After all, the demon-slaying sword in Shen Anzhi's hand was no joke.

"What are you still standing there for?" The Demon Lord suddenly turned to look at the black python.

General Black Python was terrified by Shen Anzhi's demon-slaying sword. Now, upon hearing that he was to personally take to the battlefield, he was filled with even more fear. However, he dared not disobey the Demon Lord's order and could only reluctantly agree.

"Shen Anzhi, prepare to die!" The Demon Lord's voice boomed like thunder, carrying a world-destroying pressure, as he and General Black Python charged towards the allied forces at the valley entrance. Seeing his enemy appear, Shen Anzhi's eyes instantly blazed with fury. He gripped his Demon-Slaying Sword and charged forward: "Demon Lord, today I will make you pay for the lives of the Five Swordsmen of Lingxiao!"

When General Black Python saw that Shen Anzhi had specifically named the Demon Lord, he immediately devised a plan. He turned around and rushed towards a group of soldiers from the Sichuan-Chongqing Allied Army, where they fought fiercely, leaving the Demon Lord and Shen Anzhi to duel.

The Demon Lord and Shen Anzhi clashed, their strength vastly unequal. With a mere wave of his hand, the Demon Lord unleashed a powerful surge of demonic energy like a tidal wave. Struck by the energy, Shen Anzhi was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The Demon-Slaying Sword slipped from his hand, its golden light dimming slightly.

"Is this all you've got? You dare to challenge me?" The Demon Lord sneered, unleashing his demonic energy once more. Shen Anzhi barely managed to dodge, but he knew perfectly well that he was no match for the Demon Lord.

After several exchanges, Shen Anzhi suffered several more wounds, and his spiritual energy was almost depleted.

"We can't fight him head-on, we have to hold him off!" Shen Anzhi gritted his teeth, picked up the Demon-Slaying Sword, and unleashed the "Spirit Wind Shadow Step Kill," his figure flashing around the Demon Lord in an attempt to distract him.

At this critical moment, the sound of a sword cutting through the air suddenly came from afar.

"Where are the disciples of Mount Shu!" A clear voice rang out, and Mount Shu swordsman Mo Jianchen led dozens of disciples, flying down from the clouds on their immortal swords. They were dressed in white, and their swords gleamed with a cold light, like a white beam piercing through the blood-red mist of the Yellow Spring Valley.

Shen Anzhi gazed at the Shu Mountain disciples flying through the air on their swords, her eyes filled with envy. If she could also fly on a sword, she could fight flexibly in the sky like them, instead of being forced to passively dodge on the ground. But she had neither a mount nor the skill to fly on a sword, and could only struggle on the ground.

"Mo Jianchen, you've come at the perfect time!" Zi Lingxuan shouted. She flipped forward, the Emei Thorn spinning in her hand, and her mount, the "Emei Thorn," transformed into a streak of light, carrying her towards the Demon Lord.

The monk Tongda also rode a white elephant, his hands clasped together, chanting scriptures. Buddhist light emanated from the white elephant, dispelling the surrounding demonic energy.

Xuanfeng Yichen of Qingcheng Mountain, riding a crane, flicked his whisk, sending several beams of azure light shooting towards the Demon Lord. The tiger, the mount of the High Priestess of the Ancient Shu Kingdom, roared and leaped behind the Demon Lord, its staff glowing green as vines sprouted from the ground, attempting to entangle the Demon Lord's limbs.

Heavenly Goddess Cai Xiaodie rode a dragon horse, and with a flick of her long whip, the golden whip shadow attacked the Demon Lord like a venomous snake.

In an instant, the cultivators, along with their mounts, surrounded the Demon Lord. Various skills clashed, the Shu Mountain disciples' immortal swords flashing golden light, Zi Lingxuan's Emei daggers slicing silver, the monk Tongda's Buddhist light, Xuanfeng Yichen's azure light, the shaman's green light, and Cai Xiaodie's golden whip—all encircling the Demon Lord. Although the Demon Lord was powerful, he could not withstand this relentless onslaught, and his demonic energy gradually weakened.

Seeing everyone else riding mounts, flying or galloping, fighting with agility and freedom, while she could only run and dodge on the ground, Shen Anzhi felt a surge of disappointment. She gripped her demon-slaying sword tightly, suppressed her emotions, and charged at the Demon Lord again. Even without a mount, she would fight with all her might.

Faced with the powerful siege of the Demon Lord by the cultivators, the Black Python felt a chill in its heart. If it really joined the fray, it would probably be finished. So it transformed into a giant python and charged towards Rimai Yongga's group.

On the other side, Rimai Yongga, riding his six-legged beast Congcong, led the Qiang warriors to block the entrance to the Yellow Spring Valley. The demon soldiers emerging from the demonic passage were slain by the Qiang warriors the moment they showed themselves.

Inside the narrow canyon passage, the corpses of demonic soldiers were piled up like mountains, and dark green demonic blood flowed along the passage, gradually blocking the entrance of the valley completely.

"We absolutely cannot let the demon soldiers break through!" Rimai Yongga roared, and the six-legged beast trampled over the demon soldiers' corpses, forcing the demon soldiers who were trying to break through back into the passage.

The Demon Lord was besieged by the cultivators. Although he was very powerful, he could not withstand the attack. After calling for the Black Python General several times without success, he had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield.

The Demon Lord hovered in mid-air, looking at the blocked valley entrance, and then at the Shu Mountain disciples who were constantly reinforcing the area. He thought to himself that something was wrong.

"Black Python! Keep them surrounded! I'm going back to the Demon Realm for reinforcements!" After saying this, the Demon Lord suddenly unleashed his demonic energy, forcing back the cultivators, and transformed into a black wind, heading towards the Demon Realm passage.

When the Black Python General saw that the Demon Lord had left, he was terrified, but he dared not disobey the order. He could only grit his teeth and command the demon soldiers to temporarily besiege the allied forces at the valley entrance.

As night fell, the Valley of the Underworld finally quieted down, but the malevolent aura in the air grew even stronger. The surrounding rock walls glowed an eerie dark red in the moonlight, the corpses of demonic soldiers emitted a putrid stench, and the occasional roar of demonic soldiers made the entire valley exceptionally terrifying.

Rimai Yongga rode his saddle, patrolling the defenses at the valley entrance. With a furrowed brow, he addressed the others, "The Demon Lord has returned to the Demon Realm for reinforcements. The demon soldiers are definitely looking for new passages. We must strengthen our vigilance and not give them any opportunity to take advantage!"

Shen Anzhi leaned against the rock wall, gazing at the cranes and dragon-horses circling in the air, a sense of loss welling up in her heart once more. She touched the Demon-Slaying Sword, secretly making a resolution that once this war was over, she would diligently cultivate, not only learning to control the sword but also finding her own mount, so that she wouldn't be like she was now, only able to watch others enviously from the ground. Of course, she had already lost hope in Tuantuan.

Moonlight bathed the Valley of the Underworld. The cultivators and soldiers huddled together, exhausted yet remaining vigilant. They knew that after the Demon Lord's plea for help, an even greater battle awaited them…