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

The alarm sounded shrilly in the sect. The sharp and urgent sound was like countless sharp needles, deeply piercing everyone's heart and instantly breaking the original tranquility. The people who were originally making final preparations for the upcoming war were instantly tense. Lin Feng and others had just returned from contacting various sects outside. Before the fatigue of running all the way had dissipated, they immediately threw themselves into this life-and-death battle without hesitation.

The evil forces were like a surging black torrent, overwhelming the sect. Their faces were distorted and hideous, full of madness and greed, as if they were demons crawling out of the depths of hell. The weapons in their hands were either sharp swords or magic wands emitting strange light, flashing a chilling cold light under the sunlight.

Lin Feng rushed to the front of the team without hesitation. His eyes were firm and cold, like a cold star burning with blazing fire. The long sword in his hand shone with a cold light in the sun, as if eager to drink the blood of the enemy. Every time he swung his sword, he was determined to fight to the death. The sword was so powerful that the enemies retreated wherever he went.

"Brothers, for justice, for our homeland, kill!" Lin Feng roared loudly, his voice seemed to come from the ancient war drums, shaking everyone's heart. The voice was full of fearlessness and courage, making every disciple who heard it excited and followed him to the enemy without hesitation.

The disciples were inspired by him and followed him closely, their eyes burning with anger and determination. Some disciples cast colorful spells, and flames, frost, and lightning flew out of their hands, illuminating the dark sky; some disciples waved their swords and fought close combat with the enemy, and every move was full of power and skill. For a time, the shouts of killing, the roar of spells, and the collision of weapons resounded through the sky.

Su Yao stood on the high ground behind, her eyes were tense and focused, and the staff in her hand kept waving. Every time he swung, soft rays of light flew out. These rays of light turned into healing power, fell on the injured disciples, quickly stopped bleeding and healed the wounds; or turned into enhanced light, enhancing the disciples' strength, speed and defense. But the number of enemies was too large, and they kept coming like a tide, and the disciples of the sect gradually fell into a bitter battle.

A young disciple accidentally revealed a flaw in the fight with the enemy and was hit by the enemy's spell. He screamed and fell backwards. Seeing this scene, his companions next to him were extremely anxious and wanted to save him, but they were besieged by more enemies.

"Hold on! We can't retreat! Behind us are our relatives and our homes!" Lin Feng shouted loudly while struggling to kill the enemies in front of him. His voice echoed in the chaotic battlefield, bringing a glimmer of hope and courage to the disciples in trouble.

The head of the sect also went into battle in person, and his figure was as firm as a mountain. He danced with his hands, chanted something in his mouth, and powerful spells burst out from him. Every time he attacked, it was like a violent storm, repelling a group of enemies. But the enemy seemed to have a steady stream of reinforcements, rushing up in waves, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable to the sect.

At this moment, Lin Feng keenly discovered an enemy leader in the fierce battle. The leader was dressed in a gorgeous black robe, holding a staff inlaid with gems in his hand. His eyes were cold and cunning, and he kept commanding the enemy's attack. A trace of determination flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He knew that only by disrupting the enemy's command could he have a chance to turn the tide of the battle.

"You hold the line, I'll deal with their leader!" Lin Feng shouted to the disciples around him. His voice was firm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The disciples responded in unison: "Brother Lin, be careful!" Their voices were full of concern and worry, but more of trust and expectation for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng flashed and rushed towards the enemy leader like a flash of lightning. His speed was so fast that people could hardly see his figure, leaving only a residual image in the air. The enemy leader noticed Lin Feng's intention, sneered, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He waved his staff with both hands, chanted a spell, and cast a powerful spell to meet Lin Feng.

The two of them instantly started a fierce duel. Lin Feng's sword flashed with dazzling light, and every time he stabbed, he was full of unstoppable momentum; the enemy leader's spells turned into various dark energy balls and rays, trying to block Lin Feng's attack. The spells and sword energy collided with each other, producing a huge explosion and light, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, making a "sizzling" sound.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He exerted his extreme strength and continuously injected the spiritual power in his body into the sword. His swordsmanship became faster and fiercer, and he attacked the enemy leader like a storm. The enemy leader was not to be outdone. He constantly changed the form and attack method of the spell, trying to find Lin Feng's flaws.

In other parts of the sect, the battle was equally tragic. Disciples were constantly injured, but they still fought tenaciously, and no one gave up. Everyone knew that this was a battle of life and death, and they could not retreat or fall down.

One disciple's arm was cut by the enemy, and blood was flowing, but he still held the weapon tightly with his other hand and continued to fight the enemy. There was no fear in his eyes, only firm belief and unyielding will.

Another disciple was hit by the enemy's spell and fell to the ground. But he struggled to get up and fought again, shouting: "For the sect, I have no regrets in death!"

Su Yao's spiritual power was over-consumed, her face was as pale as paper, and her delicate body was trembling slightly. But she still insisted on providing support for the disciples and refused to stop for a moment.

"Sister Su Yao, you take a rest first, we are here!" A disciple saw her and shouted distressedly.

"No, I can still hold on! As long as everyone is still fighting, I will not fall!" Su Yao said stubbornly. Although her voice was weak, it was full of strength.

The head of the sect was also injured in the battle, his clothes were stained with blood, and his face was covered with sweat and dust. But he still stood firm and continued to command the disciples of the sect to resist the enemy's attack. His voice was steady and powerful, which brought endless confidence and courage to the disciples.

The battle between Lin Feng and the enemy leader entered a white-hot stage, and both sides used their last tricks. Lin Feng's spiritual power burst out, and light gushed out of his body. The light on the sword was so bright that it seemed to illuminate the whole world. He roared and used all his strength to stab the enemy leader.

The enemy leader also cast the most powerful dark spell, and a huge black energy ball formed on the top of his staff and smashed towards Lin Feng.

At this critical moment, Lin Feng did not retreat at all, and his sword directly pierced the enemy leader's energy ball. A huge explosion sounded, and the light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

When the light dissipated, people saw that Lin Feng's sword had penetrated the enemy leader's chest. The enemy leader widened his eyes, his face was full of disbelief and fear, and then slowly fell down.

The moment the enemy leader fell, the enemy's attack was briefly in chaos. Lin Feng took the opportunity to shout loudly: "The enemy leader is dead, everyone charge!" His voice was full of joy and encouragement of victory.

The disciples of the sect heard Lin Feng's shout and their morale was greatly boosted. They seemed to have forgotten the pain and fatigue in their bodies and launched a fierce counterattack. The originally aggressive enemy began to retreat, and their front gradually collapsed.

The disciples chased the fleeing enemies like a tiger descending from the mountain. Their shouts echoed in the valley, as if announcing the victory of justice.

After a fierce battle, the enemy was finally repelled. The land of the sect was full of blood and corpses, but the joy of victory was on everyone's face.

Lin Feng sat on the ground tiredly, gasping for breath. He looked at the disciples around him, his eyes full of relief and pride.

"We won..." He murmured to himself, with a tremor in his voice.

Although the battle was won, they knew that the road ahead was still long and there were more challenges waiting for them...