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

The battle between the Jianghu Alliance and the mysterious forces was like a cruel nightmare, ruthlessly dragging everyone into a vortex of blood and death. At this moment, the battle has entered a white-hot stage, and every inch of the air is filled with a strong breath of blood and despair.

On the city wall, the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance looked nervous and resolute. Their arms were sore from constantly drawing bows and shooting arrows, but their movements were not slow at all. Every arrow shot out carried their anger against the enemy and their love for their homeland. However, the attack of the mysterious forces was like a surging tide, one wave higher than another, as if it would never stop.

"Everyone hold on!" A deputy hall master stood on the city wall and shouted hoarsely. His voice was hoarse like a torn rag, but the power contained in it still inspired the hearts of every disciple. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at the approaching enemy, waving the long sword in his hand to cheer up the disciples.

However, the impermanence of fate came at this moment. A cold arrow suddenly shot out from the enemy formation, like a poisonous snake in the dark, flying straight towards the deputy hall master at a tricky angle. He was fully devoted to command and fighting, and had no time to react. The arrow instantly pierced his chest, and the arrowhead came out from his back, with a shocking trace of blood.

The deputy hall master's body shook violently, and a trace of disbelief and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He tried to stabilize his body, but the severe pain of the wound and the rapid loss of strength made him powerless. Amid the disciples' terrified shouts, his body lost balance and fell straight down from the city wall, like a falling star.

"Deputy hall master!" The disciples next to him were filled with grief and anger, and their eyes were burning with anger and pain. Anger made them shoot faster and more fiercely, and the rain of arrows was like locusts, pouring down with their revenge.

At the gate of the city, Lin Feng personally led a team of elite disciples to fight a desperate battle with the enemy. His figure shuttled through the crowd, the sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing was like a flash of lightning, bringing a bloody light. His clothes had long been stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own, but his eyes were still firm and sharp.

A tall and ferocious enemy soldier raised a heavy sword and slashed at Lin Feng frantically. Lin Feng dodged sideways, and the sword slashed on the ground with a whistling wind, splashing a spark. Lin Feng took advantage of the situation and pierced the opponent's throat accurately with a backhand sword. The enemy's eyes widened instantly, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth and fell to the ground.

But at this moment, another cunning enemy took the opportunity to sneak attack from the side. Lin Feng was fully focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him, and did not notice the sudden danger. The sharp blade cut across his arm, leaving a deep cut, and blood immediately gushed out, staining his sleeves red.

"Master, are you okay!" The disciple next to him saw Lin Feng injured and asked anxiously. His eyes were full of concern and worry, and the spear in his hand kept stabbing at the enemy, trying to buy some breathing time for Lin Feng.

"Don't worry about me, kill the enemy!" Lin Feng roared, his voice like thunder. He ignored the pain in his arm and bravely rushed into the enemy camp again, as if it was not himself who was injured, but it inspired him to fight more strongly.

On the other side of the battlefield, Su Yao led the medical team to treat the wounded nervously. This is a scene like hell on earth. The wounded are constantly being carried over, and their groans and shouts are intertwined, which is heartbreaking. Some are missing arms and legs, and blood is flowing from the wounds; some are seriously injured and unconscious, and their lives are in danger.

"Quick, carry this wounded here!" Su Yao shouted, her voice has become hoarse due to long shouting. Her face is full of sweat and blood, and her originally white dress is also stained bright red, but her hands never stop moving.

A young disciple was lifted up, with a huge wound on his abdomen and his intestines flowing out. Su Yao's eyes moistened instantly, but she quickly clenched her teeth, held back her tears, and began to treat him urgently. Her hands moved quickly, suturing the wound, bandaging and stopping the bleeding, trying to take back this young life from the hands of the god of death.

However, despite Su Yao's best efforts, the disciple's injuries were too severe. His breathing became weaker and weaker, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and finally stopped breathing in Su Yao's arms. Su Yao's tears finally couldn't help but burst out, and she gently closed the disciple's eyes, her heart full of pain and helplessness.

The leader of the mysterious force, Heisha, was on the high ground behind, observing the battle with indifferent eyes. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out, and he was very dissatisfied with the battle situation in front of him.

"Increase the intensity of the attack, I want to break through their defense before sunset!" Heisha ordered angrily. His voice was like the north wind in the cold winter, cold and ruthless.

As his order was issued, the soldiers of the mysterious force launched a new round of more fierce attacks like crazy. Regardless of casualties, they rushed to the defense line of the Jianghu Alliance one after another, as if driven by an invisible force.

The defense line of the Jianghu Alliance began to loosen. The disciples in some places were exhausted due to long-term fighting and huge casualties, and could not resist the enemy's crazy attack. The enemy broke through the defense line and rushed into the city, and fell into a more chaotic and bloody close combat with the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance.

"Hold on! Don't let them in!" Lin Feng shouted loudly while fighting hard. His voice echoed in the chaotic battlefield, inspiring the fighting spirit of every disciple.

But the enemies were getting more and more, coming like a tide. The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance gradually felt powerless, and their physical strength and energy were close to the limit.

At this critical moment, a deafening shout of killing suddenly came from a distance. It turned out that the reinforcements of the Jianghu Alliance had arrived! They were like divine soldiers descending from the sky, rushing to the battlefield with overwhelming force. The appearance of the reinforcements gave the Jianghu Alliance disciples, who were originally in despair, hope and boosted their morale.

"Reinforcements are coming! Kill!" The disciples shouted, rekindling their courage and strength to fight. They quickly organized a defense line and launched a counterattack against the mysterious forces together with the reinforcements.

In the fierce fight between the two sides, the mysterious forces began to gradually lose the wind. Their morale suffered a heavy blow, and the momentum of the attack gradually weakened.

"Retreat!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Heisha issued an order to retreat. The soldiers of the mysterious force retreated like a tide, leaving behind corpses and blood all over the ground.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and was in a mess. The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance collapsed to the ground exhausted, their faces full of fatigue and sadness, but also the relief of victory.

Lin Feng sat on the ground tiredly, looking at the battlefield in front of him that was destroyed beyond recognition by the war, with mixed feelings in his heart. Countless comrades died in this battle, and their figures and smiles kept emerging in his mind.

"We won, but the price was too heavy." Lin Feng murmured to himself, with tears in his eyes.