The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

After that thrilling life-and-death battle, the Jianghu Alliance was like a piece of broken branches and leaves ravaged by a storm, and the smoke on the battlefield seemed to be the silent cry of the land. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled weakly on the ruins, reflecting the wounds and countless fallen figures on the ground, and the air was filled with suffocating sadness and fatigue.

Lin Feng dragged his heavy lead-like steps and slowly moved forward in the ruins. His face was blackened by the war, his clothes were tattered, and his eyes were empty as if his soul was pulled out of the cruel battle. Every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife, carrying endless pain and heaviness. His eyes swept over those once familiar faces, but now they have become cold and stiff, and the pain in his heart is like a volcano about to erupt, surging in his chest.

"Master, we have counted the casualties..." A young disciple Xiao Ming reported to Lin Feng in a trembling voice. His eyes were full of fear and sadness, and he dared not look directly into Lin Feng's eyes full of despair and pain. Xiao Ming's clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with blood and dust from the battle.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, as if to suppress the grief in his heart. His voice was hoarse and tired: "Speak, no matter how tragic it is, we have to face it." He clenched his hands into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms, as if only in this way could he maintain the last bit of rationality and strength.

Xiao Ming lowered his head, tears rolling in his eyes: "We lost nearly 30% of our disciples, and the seriously injured... the seriously injured are countless." After saying that, he could no longer control his emotions, and tears burst out of his eyes. He thought of those partners who had trained and laughed together, but now left them forever, and the grief in his heart surged out like a flood.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and his body trembled slightly. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "Bury the sacrificed disciples well, let them go with dignity. Do your best to treat the wounded, and don't give up any hopeful life." Although his voice was low, it was full of unquestionable determination.

Su Yao's figure shuttled among the wounded, like a tireless butterfly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her beautiful face looked haggard. Her voice became hoarse because of constant shouting and commanding, and every word was full of endless concern and anxiety.

"Be gentle, be careful of his wound!" She loudly commanded other medical staff, but her hands were shaking because of the long-term treatment. Sweat flowed down her forehead and dripped on the clothes of the wounded, but she had no time to wipe it.

A young wounded soldier, Xiao Li, lay on a simple stretcher, his eyes full of fear and confusion about the future. He pulled the corner of Su Yao's clothes and asked weakly: "Miss Su Yao, can I still hold a sword in the future? I still want to continue fighting with everyone." His wound was still bleeding, and his face was as pale as paper.

Su Yao forced a smile and gently comforted: "Yes, you will get better. As long as you have faith, nothing can stop you." But turning around, her tears also slipped quietly. She knew that the young disciple was seriously injured and the road ahead was full of uncertainty, but she could not show any weakness or despair in front of him.

In the sect's warehouse, the elder Zhang who was in charge of supplies had a worried look on his face. He looked at the few remaining weapons and food reserves, and his brows were furrowed into a deep "chuan" character.

"Master, our weapons and food reserves are running out. What should we do next?" Lao Zhang's voice was full of anxiety and helplessness. His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, as if looking for an answer that did not exist.

Lin Feng frowned, his eyes deep and worried: "First, find a way to collect from the surrounding areas, tell the people about our predicament, I believe they will understand and support. At the same time, ask for support from those friendly sects, hoping that they can lend a hand."

At the same time, the retreating team of the mysterious force was also in chaos and frustration. Their leader Heisha was furious in the tent, his face twisted and deformed because of anger, like a mad beast.

"A bunch of rubbish! So many people can't even defeat a Jianghu Alliance!" He overturned the table in front of him, and the maps, documents and tea sets on the table scattered all over the floor. His roar echoed in the tent, frightening his men into silence, not daring to breathe.

"Chief, calm down. The resistance of the Jianghu Alliance exceeded our expectations, and they have reinforcements..." A subordinate explained carefully, his voice trembling, his head lowered almost to the ground.

"Don't make excuses!" Heisha roared, "Regroup, replenish troops and supplies. Prepare for the next attack! I don't believe how long they can hold out!" His eyes were full of ferocity and determination, as if he would not stop until the Jianghu Alliance was completely wiped out.

The morale of the Jianghu Alliance was low. Some disciples gathered together and discussed quietly in private.

"Can we still stop the next attack? Our losses this time were too heavy." A disciple said worriedly, his eyes full of confusion and fear.

"I don't know, maybe our fate is already determined..." Another disciple sighed, with deep despair in his voice.

Lin Feng noticed the negative emotions that permeated the sect, and he decided to gather everyone to boost morale.

In an open field, the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance gathered together. Lin Feng stood on a high place and looked at them firmly.

"Brothers, although we have suffered huge losses, we have also let the enemy know how powerful we are! Every one of our brothers who sacrificed is a hero. They defended the dignity and honor of the Jianghu Alliance with their lives. As long as we unite as one, there will be no obstacles that we cannot overcome! The enemy will not let us go because of our retreat. Only by facing it bravely can we protect our homes and our loved ones!"

Everyone listened silently, and a spark of hope gradually rekindled in their eyes. They remembered the oaths they had made and the days when they fought side by side, and the blood in their hearts began to boil again.

However, the road ahead is still full of unknowns and difficulties. Whether the Jianghu Alliance can survive the next battle is still an unknown...