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

After successfully obtaining the key intelligence of the "Shadow Hall", Lin Feng and others knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time. They must evacuate this dangerous place as soon as possible and bring the intelligence back to the sect. However, their actions did not escape the sharp surveillance of the "Shadow Hall". A thrilling, life-and-death pursuit and interception battle is about to begin in this remote valley.

Su Yao looked nervous, and her beautiful face was full of anxiety and worry. Her eyes quickly swept around, and she lowered her voice and said to Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, I always have an ominous premonition in my heart. This "Shadow Hall" is well-organized and ruthless. I'm afraid it won't let us leave safely like this easily."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, and his resolute face looked even colder at this moment. He tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, and his eyes revealed firmness and determination: "Everyone must be vigilant and be prepared to deal with all dangers."

As soon as his voice fell, a sharp and piercing whistle suddenly sounded in the valley. The whistle broke the original tranquility, like a horn of death, instantly breaking the last bit of luck in everyone's heart. Then, from every corner of the valley, a large number of "Shadow Hall" black-clothed men emerged like ghosts. They were dressed in black tights, with black scarves covering their faces, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes. They held various sharp weapons, flashing cold light under the sunlight.

"No, we've been discovered! Everyone follow me closely and rush out!" Lin Feng shouted, his voice full of fearless courage. He flashed, like a brave lion, and rushed towards the exit of the valley.

The disciples of the sect followed Lin Feng closely. Although their hearts were full of fear, under the leadership of Lin Feng, they still mustered up their courage, displayed their martial arts that they had practiced for many years, and launched a fierce and cruel fight with the black-clothed men who rushed towards them.

The long sword in Lin Feng's hand was like a dragon out of the sea, flying up and down. Every swing of the sword was accompanied by an extremely sharp sword energy, and several men in black screamed and fell under his sword in an instant. However, the enemies seemed endless, coming in waves, not giving them a chance to breathe.

A young disciple was nervous because he had experienced such a cruel battle for the first time, and coupled with his lack of experience, he gradually became powerless in the fierce confrontation with the enemy and fell into a disadvantage. His moves began to become messy and full of flaws. A man in black saw the opportunity and swung his knife fiercely, cutting a deep cut on his arm.

"Hold on!" Lin Feng was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He rushed over in one step, swung his long sword, and repelled the enemy in front of the disciple. He took advantage of the situation and pulled the injured disciple back to the team, shouting: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Su Yao was also not idle in the team. While she cast healing spells to relieve the pain of the injured disciples and temporarily stabilize their injuries, she used her martial arts skills to help Lin Feng resist the enemy's attacks. Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but her eyes were full of determination.

"This is not a solution. We must find the weak point of the enemy's defense line as soon as possible to have a chance to break out!" Lin Feng fought hard and calmly observed the situation around him. His brain was running fast, trying to find a glimmer of life from the enemy's tight encirclement.

At this moment, he keenly discovered that there were relatively few enemies on the left, and the defense seemed to be relatively weak. This might be their only chance to break through.

"Everyone follow me to the left!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his voice full of unquestionable decisiveness. He took the lead in changing direction and led everyone to break out to the left.

The disciples responded in unison, bursting out a powerful force, and followed Lin Feng to charge to the left. Their weapons flashed in the sun, and shouts of killing resounded through the valley.

After a bloody battle, they finally broke through the first layer of the enemy's encirclement. But before they had time to catch their breath and adjust their state, another wave of men in black quickly intercepted from the front. These men in black were obviously well prepared, their formations were more rigorous, and their attacks were more fierce.

"Damn it!" Lin Feng couldn't help but curse, with a flame of anger burning in his eyes. But he didn't retreat at all, picked up the sword in his hand again, and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.

In this fierce battle, time seemed to become extremely long. Every second was full of thrilling moments of life and death, and every step was accompanied by blood and sweat. Every collision of swords and every scream of the injured echoed in the valley, interweaving into a cruel war symphony.

A disciple named Xiao Ming, who was diligent and kind-hearted on weekdays, was deeply loved by everyone in the sect. But in this fierce battle, he was unfortunately hit by the enemy's hidden weapon. The hidden weapon penetrated his chest silently like a venomous snake.

"Xiao Liu!" The companion next to him saw this scene and shouted in grief and anger. His eyes were full of tears and anger, but at this moment he had no time to stop and collect Xiao Ming's body. He could only continue to follow the team with tears in his eyes with deep grief. Because he knew that if he stopped, not only would he fail to avenge Xiao Ming, but more of his fellow apprentices would be put in danger.

Lin Feng's clothes were already stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. His hair was messy, and his face was covered with sweat and blood, but his eyes were still as firm as iron, and the sword in his hand never stopped swinging. He had only one belief in his heart: he must bring everyone back safely, and he must pass on the information, even if it costs his own life.

Su Yao's physical strength was also constantly depleted. Although her spells were powerful, the continuous casting had gradually overdrawn her. Her breathing became rapid and her steps began to become heavy, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on providing support for everyone.

"Lin Feng, I can't hold on any longer." Su Yao's voice was a little weak and trembling.

"Su Yao, hold on! We will be out soon! As long as we are united, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome!" Lin Feng encouraged loudly, his voice full of strength and faith, which made Su Yao cheer up again.

Just when they were almost exhausted and felt desperate, Lin Feng, with his keen observation and years of combat experience, finally discovered a tiny flaw in the enemy's defense line. Although this flaw was short-lived, it was a ray of life and death for them.

"Now, charge!" Lin Feng used up the last bit of his strength and shouted loudly. He led the way, like an arrow from a string, leading everyone to break through the flaw.

The disciples seemed to be re-energized. They followed Lin Feng closely and rushed forward desperately. Under their desperate charge, the enemy's defense line was finally torn open.

Finally, they successfully rushed out of the valley. However, the pursuit of the "Shadow Hall" did not stop there. The black-clothed man was like a maggot attached to the bone, chasing them closely behind, vowing to put them to death.

Lin Feng and others did not dare to stop for a moment. They ran desperately in the mountains and forests. Branches and thorns ruthlessly scratched their skin, leaving blood marks; sweat soaked their clothes and blurred their vision; heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats echoed in their ears.

After running for an unknown period of time, they came to a turbulent river. The river roared and the waves splashed, showing its powerful strength and ruthless danger.

"There is no way, we must cross the river! This is our only chance to get rid of the pursuers!" Lin Feng said without hesitation. There was no hesitation or retreat in his eyes, only firm determination.

After saying that, he jumped into the river. Su Yao and other disciples did not hesitate at all and followed him in.

The river water was icy cold, as if countless needles were piercing the body. The water was turbulent and the impact was so great that it was difficult to stand firmly. Lin Feng and others swam hard in the river, fighting a desperate battle with the power of the river.

One disciple was ruthlessly washed away by the water because of his serious injuries and physical exhaustion.

"Save him!" Lin Feng tried to reach out and grab the disciple, but the water was too turbulent and his efforts were useless. He could only watch the disciple disappear in the turbulent river.

After landing, Lin Feng and others did not care about rest, nor did they have time to grieve for their lost companions. They dragged their exhausted bodies and continued to run wildly in the direction of the sect. Every step they took seemed to exhaust all their strength, but their steps never stopped.

Finally, they saw the outline of the sect from afar. That familiar building, that place that symbolizes safety and hope, made them feel a little joy and expectation.

"It's the sect, we're here!" Su Yao shouted excitedly, her voice full of joy and exhaustion after surviving a disaster.

However, just as they were about to step into the sect, a cold arrow suddenly shot from the dark. This arrow came so suddenly and so quietly that it was hard to guard against.

At the critical moment, Lin Feng pushed Su Yao away with his instinctive reaction. But he himself had no time to dodge and was shot in the shoulder by the arrow. The arrowhead was deeply embedded in his muscles, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Lin Feng!" Su Yao screamed in horror.

"Don't worry about me, go in first!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and shouted loudly while enduring the severe pain. Although his voice was weak, it was full of firmness and irresistible power.

Su Yao and other disciples rushed into the sect, and Lin Feng staggered in afterwards.

The disciples in the sect saw them return and surrounded them. Some were busy treating the injured disciples, while others were anxiously asking about the situation.

"Quick, prepare for treatment! Strengthen defense to prevent the 'Shadow Hall' from attacking!" Lin Feng used up his last bit of strength to give the order, and then his eyes went dark, his body could no longer support him, and he fell heavily.