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

As the Jianghu Alliance reinforcements rushed into the battlefield like thunder, the originally stalemate situation suddenly changed dramatically. Under the sudden and powerful counterattack of the mysterious forces, the originally tight and orderly offensive formation began to become chaotic. Their vanguard troops were like reefs hit by huge waves, and they instantly lost their previous unstoppable momentum and had to retreat step by step.

However, the mysterious forces were, after all, a powerful existence that had been through many battles and well-trained. After a brief panic, their leader quickly demonstrated his excellent command ability and cold decisiveness. He rode on the tall warhorse, waving the military flag in his hand, roaring and giving orders, and the voice full of majesty and anger penetrated the noise and chaos on the battlefield.

"Hold your ground! Reorganize!" The leader's roar was like a heavy hammer, hitting every soldier's heart.

Soon, the soldiers of the mysterious forces reorganized an effective resistance under the strict rectification of their leader. They quickly adjusted their tactics and formed several tight combat teams to cooperate and support each other. Although they were no longer in a superior position in numbers, they relied on their superb fighting skills and tenacious fighting will to fight a hard and arduous tug-of-war with the Jianghu Alliance.

Lin Feng was at the core of the battlefield, his eyes were like torches, and he keenly observed every subtle change on the battlefield. Sweat flowed down his forehead and soaked his clothes, but he didn't care at all. He knew that although he had temporarily repelled the enemy's fierce attack, the real crisis was far from over. As long as the mysterious forces had not been completely defeated, the Jianghu Alliance was always in danger.

"Everyone pay attention to maintaining the formation and don't give the enemy a chance! Support each other and stabilize the defense line!" Lin Feng shouted loudly. His voice had become hoarse because of the long roar, but the firmness and courage contained in it were still clearly audible.

In a corner of the battlefield, a Jianghu Alliance disciple named Chen Hu was in a thrilling and desperate fight with a powerful enemy of the mysterious force. Chen Hu was burly and muscular, like a hill. He wielded a heavy broadsword, and every swing made a whirring sound, as if it could split mountains and rocks. But his opponent was no ordinary person. He was a mysterious master with a figure as agile as a ghost. He was wearing a black tight-fitting battle armor and holding a pair of sharp short swords, flashing a cold light in the sun.

"Watch this!" Chen Hu roared, his eyes wide open, and veins on his forehead bulged. He used all his strength to swing the broadsword in his hand and slashed at the enemy fiercely. The knife was so powerful that it seemed to split the air.

But the enemy was not moved at all. His body was like catkins in the wind. He flashed lightly and easily avoided Chen Hu's thundering blow. Then, he took advantage of the moment when Chen Hu's moves were old and the old strength had gone and the new strength had not yet been born, and stabbed Chen Hu's ribs with a backhand sword, as fast as lightning.

Chen Hu is indeed a warrior who has been on the battlefield for a long time. His combat experience played a role at the critical moment. He reacted almost instinctively and quickly blocked with the blade. There was only a loud "clang" sound, metal collision, and sparks flew. The huge impact made Chen Hu's arm numb, but he held the handle tightly and did not let the big knife slip out of his hand.

The two of them went back and forth like this, neither of them giving in. Every attack was with the determination to kill, and every defense was a matter of life and death. Their breathing became rapid and heavy, and sweat fell like rain, but their eyes were burning with unyielding fighting spirit.

"I won't lose to you!" Chen Hu gritted his teeth and said, his voice became a little trembling because of anger and fatigue. But his eyes were more determined, as if burning with a flame that would never go out.

He launched a fierce attack again, and the big knife in his hand was like a storm, continuous. Every knife contained his anger and determination, trying to break the deadlock in front of him.

On the other side, Su Yao led the medical team to work in a relatively quiet area behind the battlefield. Some simple tents were temporarily built here as a place to treat the wounded. But as the battle continued to intensify, the wounded were carried over continuously, making the atmosphere here tense and depressing.

"Be gentle, carry him over here! Move quickly!" Su Yao commanded loudly, her voice was crisp and decisive, and it stood out in the chaos. Her forehead was full of sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, but her hands never stopped for a moment.

A wounded man was hurriedly carried in, his body was covered with wounds, and blood kept pouring out, dyeing his clothes bright red. He had lost too much blood and his consciousness was blurred, and he could only moan weakly.

Su Yao quickly went up to him without any hesitation. She skillfully cut open the wounded's clothes and checked the wound. Her eyes were focused and calm, and her hands quickly and accurately bandaged the wounds of the wounded and gave emergency treatment.

"You must hold on!" Su Yao prayed silently in her heart. She knew that every life was precious, and every injured person carried the hopes of their family and friends.

On the mysterious side, their leader's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He swept his eyes across the battlefield, extremely dissatisfied with the current situation. His heart was filled with anger and anxiety. He knew that if he could not break the deadlock and win as soon as possible, this operation would end in failure, which he absolutely could not accept.

"Increase the intensity of the attack, at all costs, we must break through their defense line!" The leader roared again, his voice full of determination and coldness.

Under his command, the soldiers of the mysterious force seemed to be injected with a new force and launched another round of fierce attack. They were like a group of crazy beasts, charging forward regardless of life and death, trying to overwhelm the Jianghu Alliance with absolute strength and courage.

The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance fought hard, their bodies were exhausted, their weapons were full of gaps, but their eyes were still full of determination and indomitable. Everyone knew that behind them were their homes, their loved ones, and everything they cherished. They could not retreat, and they would never retreat.

Lin Feng personally rushed to the most intense place of the battle, which was the focus of the enemy's attack and the weakest link in the defense line. His figure was like lightning, and he instantly appeared where he was most needed. The sword in his hand flashed cold light in the sun, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp sword aura. Wherever he went, the enemies retreated one after another, not daring to confront him.

"The leader is here, let's kill!" The disciples saw Lin Feng take the lead and throw himself into the most dangerous battle without hesitation, and their morale was boosted. Their shouts resounded through the sky, as if to tear the sky apart.

But the mysterious forces attacked wave after wave, as if endless. Their numerical advantage gradually emerged, and the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance gradually felt exhausted, and the defense line was in crisis again. Some disciples began to move slowly due to long-term fighting and frequent injuries, and there were loopholes in the defense.

"We can't let them break through!" Lin Feng was anxious. His eyes were full of anxiety and anger. He knew that once the defense line was broken, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this critical moment, a crisp bird song suddenly came from the sky. It turned out that the Jianghu Alliance's pigeons passed through the smoke and brought important news.

Lin Feng quickly reached out and grabbed the pigeon and untied the letter tied to its leg. He opened the letter, glanced at it hurriedly, and his face instantly became solemn. The content of the letter was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.

The letter mentioned that the follow-up troops of the mysterious force were on their way, and they were numerous and well-equipped. If the battle could not be ended as soon as possible, the Jianghu Alliance would be in danger of being surrounded and would be in a desperate situation.

"No matter what, we have to hold on!" Lin Feng crushed the letter and held it tightly in his hand. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he threw himself into the battle again without hesitation.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the orange-red sunlight sprinkled on the battlefield, dyeing everything blood red. The battlefield was filled with smoke, covering the sky. The soldiers on both sides were exhausted, and their movements were no longer as agile and powerful as at the beginning, but the battle continued, no one was willing to give up, no one was willing to retreat...