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

When the enemy retreated like a tide, the thick haze above the sect finally dissipated. However, the joy of victory did not last long. Fatigue and pain followed closely, and the sect was immersed in a complex emotion. Lin Feng led the injured disciples and returned slowly with heavy steps. Their figures looked particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun. Everyone's face was full of gratitude for surviving the disaster, but at the same time, they were deeply worried about the uncertainty of the future.

Su Yao and other disciples in charge of treatment had been waiting in the sect's medical hall. The medical hall was filled with a strong herbal fragrance, a unique smell mixed with various precious medicinal materials, which made people feel a little comforted and heavy-hearted. Rows of beds were neatly placed, and the white sheets were particularly eye-catching under the dim light.

"Quick, bring the injured over here! Move gently!" Su Yao commanded in an orderly manner, with a hint of urgency and anxiety in her voice. Her eyes were firm and focused, and she quickly scanned every injured person who was carried in, assessing the severity of their injuries.

The injured disciples were carefully placed on the beds one after another, and their groans and painful expressions made the atmosphere of the entire clinic more solemn. Some disciples had wounds so deep that the bones were visible, and blood was constantly oozing out, staining the sheets under them red; some had black faces due to the erosion of dark spells, and their bodies twitched from time to time, as if they were fighting a desperate battle with the evil power in their bodies.

Su Yao did not hesitate for a moment and immediately devoted herself to the intense treatment work. Her hands were like agile butterflies, quickly performing various healing spells. Soft green light bloomed from her hands, slowly blending into the wounds of the injured, stopping bleeding, regenerating muscles, and repairing damaged tissues. At the same time, she kept telling the assistants around her: "Quick, bring that thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and that bottle of Bingpo Spirit Liquid."

On another bed, a young disciple had fallen into a coma due to his serious injuries. Su Yao walked over quickly and carefully checked his injuries, frowning. "Prepare for spiritual power infusion, his vitality is too weak." Her voice was low and serious, and the disciples around her immediately followed her instructions.

Su Yao held the disciple's wrist tightly with both hands, and continuously injected her spiritual power into his body. Her forehead was covered with sweat beads, and her face turned pale due to the large consumption of spiritual power, but her eyes were always firm, without any retreat.

"Hold on, you will be fine." Su Yao encouraged the disciple softly, as if her voice had magical power to give the injured strength and courage.

After some hard work, the disciple's injuries finally stabilized, and his breathing gradually became stable. Su Yao breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead tiredly, and turned to take care of other injured people.

At the same time, in the sect's meeting hall, although Lin Feng was also slightly injured, he did not care about treating his wounds, and immediately sat together with the head and several elders to discuss the next plan. The dim candlelight cast a huge shadow on the wall, making everyone's expression look particularly serious.

"Although we repelled the enemy this time, they will definitely not give up." The head of the sect said worriedly, his eyes were deep and worried, as if he could see the coming storm in the future.

An elder echoed: "That's right, head of the sect. Judging from this attack, the Shadow Sect came prepared, and their strength should not be underestimated. We must strengthen our defense and not let them take advantage of it again." The elder's voice was hoarse and heavy, with deep concerns about the future of the sect.

Lin Feng frowned, thought for a moment and said: "I suggest that we should not only strengthen our defense, but also take the initiative. Passive defense will only put us in a more passive situation. We should send out elite disciples to form a reconnaissance team to find their nests and eliminate them in one fell swoop, so as to eliminate the trouble forever." His eyes were firm and resolute, revealing a firm determination.

Another elder shook his head and expressed a different opinion: "It is too risky to take the initiative. We don't know much about the Shadow Sect yet, and we may fall into their trap if we act rashly. I think we should focus on defense and wait for the opportunity."

Everyone expressed his opinions and the discussion was very intense. Everyone knew that every decision they made was related to the survival of the sect.

In the clinic, after several days and nights of unremitting efforts, most of the injured disciples gradually recovered. Their faces began to regain their rosy complexion, and their bodies were full of strength again. Those figures who once hovered on the edge of death can now stand up again, which makes the entire sect full of hope and vitality.

In other parts of the sect, the work of reorganization has also begun. Lin Feng personally supervised the improvement of the fortifications. His figure shuttled through the construction site, and every detail could not escape his eyes.

"The trap here needs to be deepened, at least five feet." Lin Feng pointed to a trap that had just been dug and said to the disciple in charge of the construction.

The disciples wiped the sweat from their foreheads and responded, "Yes, Senior Brother Lin, we will improve it immediately."

Lin Feng walked to a stone wall where magic runes were being carved, observed carefully, and said sternly, "The magic runes must be clearer, the lines must be smooth, and there must not be any breakpoints. Otherwise, the power of the spell will be greatly reduced."

The disciple in charge of carving the runes nodded quickly, "Senior Brother Lin, we understand, and we will definitely carve it again."

Although the strict requirements of Lin Feng make the disciples feel tremendous, they also understand that all this is for the safety of the martial arts, and in order to survive in the future battle.

Su Yao organized a spell exchange conference, and many disciples sat around in the square of the martial arts. Su Yao stood in the central government, his expression focused and serious.

"In this battle, I found that everyone is still lacking in the defense of dark spells." Su Yao's voice was crisp and loud, and it was passed into each disciple's ear.

A disciple stood up and said, "Sister Su, the dark spell is too weird, it is difficult for us to respond in time."

Su Yao nodded and continued: "So we need to exchange experience with each other and discuss the response strategies together. For example, we can prepare some specific defense spells in advance, or quickly adjust the way of operating the spiritual power in the battle to enhance ourselves resistance."

The disciples nodded and began to share their experience and experience in battle. Some disciples have proposed a new way of spell combination, while others share how to keep calm at critical moments and give full play to the greatest potential.

On a quiet night, Lin Feng stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the vast starry sky, his thoughts in his heart. The bright stars are flashing, just like the unsolved questions in his heart and the confusion of the future.

"I don't know how long this battle will last, but I must guard the martial arts and everyone." Lin Feng vowed secretly that his voice was only hear that he could hear it, but his determination was firm as steel.

At this moment, a soft footsteps broke the tranquility. Su Yao slowly came over, and her figure looked extremely soft in the moonlight.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Yao asked softly, her voice was like a spring in the mountains, refreshing.

Lin Feng turned his head, looked at Su Yao, and smiled slightly: "How to go to the road of the future. The enemy we face is getting more and more powerful, and I am worried that our strength is not enough."

Su Yao walked to Lin Feng and stood side by side, looking at the mountains in the distance, saying, "No matter what the future is, we face it together. As long as everyone is united, there is no difficulty to overcome it."

Lin Feng nodded, feeling the coolness of the breeze crossing his cheeks, and his heart was full of warmth and strength. With Su Yao's company, he feels that he is no longer alone. No matter how difficult it is in the future, they will work together.

However, the peaceful days did not last too long. One day, the disciples in charge of patrol hurried to report. His face was pale and panting, as if he had just experienced a terrible thing.

"It's not good. I found some suspicious traces around the martial arts, which may be the shadow sect." The disciple's voice was trembling and fear.

Lin Feng's eyes were stunned and instantly entered the battle state: "Immediately strengthen the alert! Inform all disciples and prepare for the battle!"

The martial arts are in a tense atmosphere again, everyone knows that a new storm is coming ...