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

The short-lived dreamlike calm in the sect was instantly torn apart by the panicked report of the patrolling disciples. The people who were originally immersed in the peaceful atmosphere of post-war rest and recuperation were instantly raised to their throats. Fear and tension were like a rapidly spreading plague, making everyone's expression solemn and stiff.

On the towering city wall, Lin Feng stood like a sculpture, his eyes sharp and alert, as if he could penetrate the distant wilderness and see through all the hidden dangers. The wind gently brushed the corners of his clothes, but could not smooth out his frown. The disciples beside him tightly grasped the weapons in their hands, their knuckles turned white due to excessive force, their breathing was short and heavy, and their heartbeats were clearly audible in the silence.

"Everyone be vigilant and be ready to fight at any time!" Lin Feng's voice was steady and powerful, echoing over the city wall. Every word was like a reassurance, trying to stabilize the panicked minds of the disciples, but at the same time, it was like a war drum, beating the prelude to the battle.

At the same time, in the deep medicine room filled with strong medicinal fragrance, Su Yao was busy. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down her fair cheeks and dripped onto the herbs on the ground. But she had no time to wipe them off, and her hands were like a nimble butterfly, shuttling between various herbs and medicine tools.

"Sister Su Yao, are these enough pills?" A young disciple stood aside, helping to hand over the herbs in a hurry, with a tremor in his voice that was difficult to conceal. His eyes glanced out of the door from time to time, as if the enemy would rush in at the next moment.

Su Yao did not raise her head, and her hands did not stop moving. She quickly put a precious herb into the alchemy furnace, and said at the same time: "Try to prepare more, just in case. The enemy this time is coming fiercely, and we can't have the slightest fluke mentality." There was a trace of fatigue in her voice, but more of determination.

Every corner of the sect was filled with a tense atmosphere. The martial arts training ground, which was usually bustling with activity, was now empty, with only a breeze blowing and raising a cloud of dust. All the disciples were urgently assigned to key defensive positions. Some of them stood on the city wall, looking into the distance with vigilant eyes; some hid in the dark, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

In the warehouse, the disciples in charge of logistics were nervously counting weapons and supplies. Their fingers moved quickly on the account book, muttering something in their mouths, and sweat dripped from their foreheads. Every weapon was carefully checked, and every bag of food was accurately calculated to ensure that it could be supplied in time during the battle to meet everyone's needs.

At this moment, an extremely subtle rustling sound came from the woods in the distance. The sound was vague at first, as if it was just a whisper of a gentle wind passing through the leaves inadvertently. But as time went on, the sound became clearer and more urgent, as if countless footsteps were running rapidly, with an unstoppable momentum.

"Get ready!" Lin Feng's voice broke the brief silence on the city wall. His body leaned forward slightly, his muscles tensed, and he made a posture ready to charge at any time. His eyes were fixed on the woods, as if he could see the enemy about to rush out through the woods.

A group of black shadows rushed out of the woods like ghosts, and their figures looked particularly eerie and terrifying against the backdrop of the sun. Their speed was so fast that they crossed hundreds of meters in almost the blink of an eye, like a black torrent, rolling towards the sect.

"Shoot!" Lin Feng gave an order, and the sound exploded like thunder.

The disciples on the city wall shot sharp arrows one after another, and for a while, arrows rained down from the sky. The arrowheads flashed coldly under the sunlight, forming a dense curtain of arrows. The whistling wind and the vibration of the bowstring intertwined, playing the prelude to the battle.

However, these black shadows were extremely agile. They kept changing their shapes while running at high speed, rolling sideways or jumping high, easily avoiding most of the arrows. Only a few black shadows were hit by arrows, but this did not slow down their charge at all. Their eyes flashed with madness and bloodthirstiness, and they roared in a low voice, like evil spirits from hell.

A trace of determination flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he shouted: "Follow me!" Then he jumped off the city wall without hesitation and faced the black wave. His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, and the moment he landed, the sword in his hand had been unsheathed, and the sword body flashed dazzling light in the sun.

The sword in his hand drew a brilliant arc in the air, with a sharp sword aura, and instantly killed several black shadows. Blood splashed out, forming a blood mist in the air, staining his clothes and face red. But he didn't care at all, and continued to wave the sword in his hand, and every swing was with the determination to kill.

Seeing Lin Feng so brave and fearless, the fear in the hearts of other disciples suddenly dissipated by half. They all plucked up their courage, followed Lin Feng and jumped off the city wall, and started a fierce close combat with the black shadows. For a moment, the magic light shone, and the colorful lights intertwined in the air to form a gorgeous scene. Flames, frost, and lightning flew out of the disciples' hands, illuminating the entire battlefield.

In the chaotic battlefield, a young disciple hesitated slightly when dealing with the attack of the black shadow due to his lack of experience. In this brief moment, a black shadow took the opportunity to break through his defense line and stabbed his chest fiercely with the sharp blade in his hand. He screamed, fell backwards, and fell heavily to the ground. Blood gushed out of the wound, instantly dyeing the ground under him red.

"Be careful!" Lin Feng shouted, his voice full of anxiety and anger. He rushed forward in one step, as fast as lightning. Before the black shadow attacked again, Lin Feng pulled the injured disciple behind him. At the same time, he swung the sword in his hand, and a powerful sword energy gushed out, repelling several black shadows who tried to take the opportunity to attack.

The attacks of the black shadows became more and more fierce, and they seemed tireless and fearless of life and death. Each black shadow seemed to be driven by a crazy will, rushing forward regardless of everything. The disciples of the sect gradually felt a little powerless, and their breathing became rapid and heavy, like a worn-out bellows working hard. Every attack and defense requires a huge amount of physical and spiritual strength, and their reserves are rapidly decreasing.

At this moment, Su Yao arrived at the battlefield in time with a batch of newly refined pills. Her figure seemed particularly firm and calm in the flames of war. Although her face was also covered with sweat and dust, her eyes were full of concern and encouragement.

"Come on, everyone, don't back down! We will definitely defeat them!" Su Yao shouted loudly to cheer everyone up, while quickly shuttling through the crowd and distributing pills to the injured disciples. Her movements were gentle and quick, and each bottle of pills was like a life-saving straw, giving the injured disciples new strength and hope.

With the support of the pills, the disciples' physical and spiritual strength were quickly restored. They felt a warm current flowing through their bodies, their fatigue gradually dissipated, and the pain of their wounds was also relieved a lot. With their morale greatly boosted, they rekindled their passion for fighting, and their eyes flashed with a firm light again.

After a hard battle, the black shadows finally began to show signs of retreat. Their attacks were no longer as fierce and resolute as before, and the originally tight formation began to become loose and chaotic. Some black shadows' movements became slow, and their eyes were no longer full of madness and bloodthirstiness, but were replaced by fear and hesitation.

"Don't chase!" Lin Feng keenly noticed the enemy's changes and shouted decisively. He knew that this might be a trap set by the enemy, and he could not fall into greater danger because of a momentary impulse. "Treat the wounded first and strengthen defense!"

The disciples stopped and followed Lin Feng's orders. They quickly carried the injured companions back to the sect for treatment. Some disciples carried the wounded on stretchers and walked carefully, fearing that they would cause more pain to the wounded; some disciples supported their less injured companions and walked back step by step.

At the same time, other disciples began to clean up the battlefield and collect weapons and intelligence left by the enemy. They shuttled between the corpses, looking for anything that might be useful. Every weapon and every item could become a clue to understand the enemy and prepare for the next battle.

Lin Feng sat on the ground tiredly, gasping for breath. His body was covered with wounds and blood, and his clothes were already tattered. But his eyes were still firm, revealing an indomitable will. He looked into the distance, thinking about the enemy's next move.

"Lin Feng, are you okay?" Su Yao came over and asked with concern. She held a bottle of healing potion and a piece of clean gauze in her hands, ready to treat Lin Feng's wound.

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but I'm worried that the enemy will make a bigger move. This attack is just a test, and they must be planning a more violent attack." There was a hint of worry in his voice, and his brows were furrowed.

Su Yao nodded, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes: "We must be fully prepared. No matter how powerful the enemy is, we can't retreat. As long as we unite as one, we will be able to defeat them." Her voice was gentle and firm, giving people an inexplicable comfort and strength.

Just then, a spy hurried over. His face was covered with sweat and dust, his expression was nervous, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

"Report! More black shadows were found gathering in the distance, and their number is much larger than this time!" The spy's voice was trembling, and he was obviously shocked by the scene he saw.

Lin Feng stood up, his eyes were as firm as iron: "It seems that the real war is coming. But we will not be afraid, we will fight to the end for the sect and for justice!" His voice echoed in the sect, inspiring the fighting spirit of every disciple.

The atmosphere in the sect became tense again, and everyone knew that a decisive battle of life and death was about to begin. But there was no fear in their eyes, only firmness and determination. They began to prepare more closely, waiting for the final battle...