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

During the long and tense wait, the atmosphere in the sect seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. Every corner was filled with a repressive silence, but under this seemingly calm appearance, there was a surging tension and anxiety like a volcano about to erupt. Lin Feng and others kept strengthening patrols and defenses day and night. Their eyes were bloodshot, but they dared not slack off at all, always alert to the coming storm.

One morning, when the first ray of sunlight just broke through the darkness, trying to bring a trace of warmth and hope to the world, a low and long horn sound suddenly came from the distant sky. The sound seemed to come from the endless abyss, with a cold and creepy breath, instantly penetrating everyone's heart, making people terrified.

"They are coming!" Lin Feng stood on the towering city wall, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force. His eyes were like torches, staring at the black smoke rolling in the distance, and his voice was low and solemn. His heartbeat was like a rapid drumbeat, and every beat was accompanied by tension for the unknown battle and worry about the safety of the sect.

The moment the head heard the horn, he appeared in the center of the square like a gust of wind. His face was serious and resolute, and his eyes revealed a determination to die. "Everyone, quickly get into the battle position!" His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in every corner of the sect. The disciples put down the work they were preparing, picked up their weapons, and rushed to their respective posts quickly and orderly.

Su Yao stood in the carefully arranged defense formation, holding the staff tightly in both hands, and her lips trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because she was fully focused on preparing to start the defense at any time. Her eyes were firm, and she silently prayed in her heart that the formation could exert its greatest power to protect everyone in the sect.

The army of evil forces surged like a surging black tide, and their shouts and killings seemed to tear the entire sky apart. The sound was deafening, mixed with the neighing of war horses, the collision of weapons and the roar of spells, forming a desperate sound of death.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner tension and excitement. He looked at the young and frightened faces behind him, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart. "Brothers, for the sect, for justice, for our loved ones and homes, kill!" He shouted with all his strength, his voice full of fearlessness and determination.

With his order, the heavy city gate slowly opened, making a dull sound. Lin Feng took the lead and rushed out like a flash of lightning. His figure flashed with a firm light in the sun, and the long sword in his hand waved, bringing up a cold sword shadow. The disciples behind him also followed one after another, and their footsteps were like thunder, shaking the earth.

In an instant, the two sides fought hand-to-hand, and a fierce battle broke out instantly. Swords and shadows intertwined, blood splattered, and every moment someone fell down, and every moment someone struggled on the edge of life and death. Lin Feng's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every sword carried a determination to kill. His figure was like a ghost, moving freely in the enemy's formation, as if entering an empty space. Every swing of the sword could bring a bloody storm, which frightened the enemy.

But the number of enemies was too large, and they seemed to be an endless tide, surging up continuously. Every step forward by Lin Feng required great efforts, and every attack had to face the siege of several enemies.

A young disciple revealed a tiny flaw in the battle due to his lack of experience. The enemy immediately seized the opportunity and hit him hard with a fierce blow. He fell to the ground with a scream, his eyes full of pain and unwillingness. Lin Feng roared, like an angry lion, and instantly killed the enemy who hurt him. "Don't retreat, keep fighting! We have no way out!" His voice was hoarse and full of anger, inspiring the disciples around him.

Su Yao was doing her best to maintain the defensive formation in the back, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her face was pale. But her eyes remained firm, and the staff in her hand continuously released powerful spiritual power, providing solid protection for the warriors in front. However, there were also powerful magic masters among the enemies, who keenly perceived the key to the formation and constantly concentrated their strength to attack the weak links of the formation.

The head of the sect personally led a team of elite disciples and took advantage of the chaos to detour to the rear of the enemy. They shuttled around the edge of the battlefield like ghosts, avoiding the main force of the enemy and looking for the best time to attack. The head of the sect looked calm and decisive, waiting for an opportunity to disrupt the enemy's position in one fell swoop.

The sound of killing on the battlefield was deafening, and the blood dyed the earth red, turning the originally green grass into a bloody Shura field. Every inch of land was telling the cruelty and fierceness of the battle. Although Lin Feng and others were brave and fearless, the strong pressure of the enemy and the continuous reinforcements gradually put them in trouble. Their physical strength was rapidly depleted, and their movements began to slow down, but the enemy continued to surge like a tide, and it seemed that they would never get tired.

At this moment, a group of mysterious figures suddenly appeared in the sky. They were dressed in strange costumes, colorful and unique, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness and blood around them. They held powerful magic weapons, shining with mysterious light, as if they were saviors descending from the sky.

"It's the reinforcements from the friendly faction!" A disciple shouted excitedly, his voice full of hope and joy. His voice spread across the chaotic battlefield, igniting new hope in the hearts of every exhausted warrior.

The addition of friendly reinforcements instantly changed the situation. They swooped down from the sky like divine soldiers, bringing powerful spells and fierce attacks, catching the enemy off guard. They and Lin Feng and others attacked from both inside and outside, forming an impenetrable line of defense, completely curbing the enemy's attack.

Seeing this sudden turn of events, Lin Feng's fire of hope instantly burned more vigorously. His fatigue was swept away, and his morale was greatly boosted. "Come on, everyone, we will definitely win! Hang in there, for the final victory!" His voice rang out again on the battlefield, inspiring every soldier.

Under the brave fighting of everyone, the army of the evil forces began to show signs of chaos and defeat. Their offensive rhythm was disrupted, their morale was frustrated, and in the face of the tenacious resistance of Lin Feng and others and the strong pressure of friendly reinforcements, they began to lose confidence and fled in all directions.

But Lin Feng and others did not let them go. They chased them all the way with full of anger and determination for revenge. They want the enemy to pay a heavy price for the crimes they have committed, and let them know that the power of justice is invincible.

Finally, the battle gradually subsided, and only the groans of the wounded and the whistling of the wind were left on the battlefield. Countless enemy bodies lay on the ground in a mess, and blood gathered into a stream, flowing on this land devastated by war. Lin Feng sat on the ground tiredly, gasping for breath. His body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained red with blood, but his eyes were full of joy and relief of victory.

"We won..." he murmured to himself, with a hint of disbelief and awe of life in his voice. He looked at the faces around him who were equally tired but full of joy of victory, and his heart was full of emotion.

Su Yao also walked over slowly, her steps staggering, her face covered with dust and sweat, and her originally beautiful face looked a little embarrassed at the moment. But her eyes were full of joy and hope for the future. She walked to Lin Feng and sat down gently, without speaking, just quietly accompanying him, enjoying this hard-won moment of victory.

The headmaster slowly patrolled the battlefield, looking at the disciples who were tired but still standing, with a lot of emotion in his heart. Tears flashed in his eyes, which was the grief for the sacrificed disciples, but also the joy of victory and the firm belief in the future.

"This victory was hard-won, thanks to everyone's unity and courage. But we can't take it lightly, the evil forces will not give up easily. They will come back again, and we must be more fully prepared to meet the challenges of the future." The headmaster said, his voice was tired, but full of strength and determination.

Everyone nodded, and there was no fear and confusion in their eyes, only determination and expectation for the future. They knew that the road ahead was still long and the battle would continue, but they were ready. For justice and peace, they were willing to pay any price...