Before Shen Luo could figure out what was happening, he discovered that the Blood Flame on his arm was rapidly fading, while the demonic aura corroding his body was flowing back in streams, continuously pouring into Li Zhu's body.
As the demonic aura and Blood Flame kept flooding into her, the expression on Li Zhu's face grew increasingly savage, while her aura steadily rose.
Even stranger, as her aura continued to strengthen, the distinctive aura that had originally belonged to Chi You gradually faded.
Shen Luo's thoughts stirred, and he vaguely thought of a possibility. He was immediately alarmed.
He could no longer care whether Li Zhu's actions might completely purge the demonic aura from his body. He only knew that if this continued, it would likely lead to an unimaginable disaster.
With a raise of his hand, the Pure Yang Sword Embryo appeared at once. He gripped it and thrust it toward Li Zhu's brow.
This was completely different from when he had stabbed at her heart. Li Zhu's expression changed drastically, and she suddenly leaned backward, directly evading the strike.
Immediately afterward, blood light flared brightly from her body, and the speed at which she drew that power from Shen Luo grew faster and faster.
At the same time, several strands of Chi You Demonic Aura within Shen Luo's body split away and darted wildly through him, throwing his blood and vital energy into turmoil and disrupting the circulation of his Magic Power, leaving him in extreme agony.
One strand of demonic aura shot straight into his head and drilled into his Consciousness Sea.
In an instant, Shen Luo's vision turned blood-red. In a daze, he saw himself standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Before him were the collapsed city walls of Chang'an