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

Under the surging and fierce attack of the mysterious forces, the defense line of the Jianghu Alliance was shaky, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. But every disciple of the Jianghu Alliance had an unyielding flame in his heart. They held their weapons tightly, ready to fight the enemy to the death.

Lin Feng led the way, like an unshakable mountain in the crowd. His sword flashed a cold light in the firelight, and every swing was with the force of thunder, trying to stabilize the gradually collapsing defense line. His clothes had long been stained with blood, some of the enemy's and some of his own, but his eyes were still firm and sharp, without the slightest retreat or fear.

"Everyone, don't mess up, keep the formation!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his voice became hoarse due to excessive force. His voice seemed a little weak in the fierce battle, but like a magic needle, it calmed the panicked disciples a little.

Zhao Peng led a team of disciples and built an indestructible defense line in a corner of the village. There was chaos and blood all around them, and the enemies pounced on them like hungry wolves, but their figures stood firm like steel. Zhao Peng's face was splattered with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. His eyes were burning with rage and unyielding determination.

A young disciple fell beside Zhao Peng, his eyes full of unwillingness and pain. "Brother Zhao, I..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes slowly closed, and the light of life disappeared in an instant.

"Brother, I will avenge you!" Zhao Peng's eyes were red, and he let out a sad and angry roar. He swung his sword more violently, as if he wanted to pour all the anger and grief in his heart into this blow. Every sword was filled with endless anger, and the enemies fell in front of him one after another.

Su Yao was busy and nervous at the temporary medical point in the rear. Her hands kept treating the wounds of the injured soldiers, and her movements were skillful and quick. Her eyes were focused and concerned, and every wounded person in her eyes was a life that needed to be saved.

"Hold on, it will be fine soon!" She bandaged the wounded and encouraged them softly. Sweat flowed down her forehead and dripped onto the ground, but she didn't care at all. A seriously injured disciple was carried in, his wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood kept pouring out. Su Yao took a deep breath, quickly picked up the herbs and bandages, and began to treat them with all her strength.

Just as the situation became more and more critical, Lin Feng, with his years of combat experience and keen insight, suddenly discovered a flaw in the mysterious force. Although their attack was fierce, there seemed to be a problem with the supply team in the rear, and the personnel transfer seemed a bit chaotic.

Lin Feng's heart moved, and he quickly thought about countermeasures. "Zhao Peng, you lead a team to raid from the flank and disrupt their rhythm, and I will lead people to counterattack from the front!" His voice was firm and decisive, full of determination.

Zhao Peng took the order without the slightest hesitation. He quickly selected a group of elite disciples to form a death squad. "Brothers, follow me! For the dead brothers, for our homeland!" He shouted, leading the way to the enemy's flank. Their figures were like an arrow from a string, rushing into the enemy's camp in an instant.

At this time, Lin Feng in the front also shouted: "Brothers, follow me! Today is the time for us to fight for justice, let the enemy see our strength!" He waved the sword in his hand, took the lead, and led the disciples to launch a Jedi counterattack. The disciples were inspired by his courage and followed closely, shouting and killing.

The mysterious forces were caught off guard by this sudden counterattack, and their originally tight formation began to become chaotic. The team led by Zhao Peng was like an empty field on the flank, and their swords ruthlessly harvested the lives of the enemy and cut down many enemies.

"Now, do it in one go!" Seeing the chaos of the enemy, Lin Feng flashed a trace of excitement in his eyes, and increased the intensity of the attack again. His sword was like a dragon out of the sea, and wherever he went, the enemies avoided him.

Under the fierce counterattack of the Jianghu Alliance, the mysterious forces gradually couldn't resist and began to retreat. Their morale suffered a heavy blow, and their original arrogance disappeared without a trace.

"We can't let them run away, chase them!" Lin Feng shouted. His voice was full of desire for revenge, wanting to destroy these hateful enemies in one fell swoop.

The disciples responded one after another, chasing the fleeing enemies like a tide. Their hearts were full of desire for victory and hatred for the enemy.

However, during their pursuit, the mysterious forces suddenly set up an ambush in a valley. This valley has a dangerous terrain, and the peaks on both sides are towering into the clouds. It is an excellent ambush location.

"No, there is an ambush!" A disciple who rushed in front shouted in horror.

Lin Feng frowned, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good. "Everyone be careful!" Before he finished speaking, countless arrows poured down from the peaks on both sides.

In an instant, screams came one after another, and many disciples were injured and fell. Some were shot in the vitals by arrows and died on the spot; others were injured and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Lin Feng was extremely anxious. He knew that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise the whole army would be wiped out. "Retreat, retreat quickly!" he ordered loudly.

Although the disciples were unwilling, they also understood that the situation at this time was very dangerous, and they quickly withdrew to the village with the wounded.

After this round of fighting, although the Jianghu Alliance achieved a phased victory and repelled the attack of the mysterious forces, it also paid a heavy price. Many disciples died heroically, and countless disciples were injured. The originally lively village was now filled with an atmosphere of sadness and pain.

Lin Feng looked at the exhausted and injured people, his heart full of guilt and self-blame. He walked slowly among the wounded, and every painful expression pierced his heart.

"It was my improper command that made everyone suffer." Lin Feng said self-blamingly. His voice was full of regret and pain, as if all these casualties were his fault.

"Master, this is not your fault, it's the enemy who is too cunning. We are all willing to follow you and fight to the end!" An injured disciple said while enduring the pain.

"Yes, Master. We will not give up, and we will definitely avenge our dead brothers!" Other disciples also echoed.

"Everyone take a good rest and recuperate. We will definitely defeat them and make them pay for everything they have done!" Lin Feng encouraged morale, and a determined flame rekindled in his eyes.

On the other side of the mysterious forces, their camp was in a mess. The leader was furious about this failure, his face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were flashing with anger.

"A bunch of rubbish, you can't even take down such a small village! What's the point of keeping you?" The leader roared, his voice echoing in the tent, full of majesty and anger.

The subordinates stood aside trembling, not daring to look up at the leader's anger. "Chief, calm down, we will definitely succeed next time. This time we underestimated their resistance." A general said cautiously.

"Next time? If there is another failure next time, you will all die!" The leader glared at his subordinates fiercely, then turned around and walked to the map, and began to plan the next more fierce attack.

The mysterious forces were also preparing in secret. They mobilized more troops and weapons, ready to give the Jianghu Alliance a fatal blow...