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

Under the cover of the inky night, the sneak attack team led by Lin Feng, like a ghost hidden in the darkness, quietly and slowly moved towards the enemy's rear. The moonlight faintly penetrated the dense leaves and sprinkled on them, forming irregular spots of light. Lin Feng walked at the front of the team, and every step he took was as light as a falling feather, but with firm determination. His eyes were sharp and alert, and he did not miss any slight movement around him.

"Everyone pay attention to your feet, try not to touch the branches." Lin Feng lowered his voice and reminded the disciples behind him softly. His voice seemed to be swallowed by the night, and only sounded softly in the ears of the team members.

The disciples held their breath and concentrated, their expressions tense and focused. Their footsteps landed on the ground carefully, trying to avoid those dead branches and fallen leaves that might make sounds. Every breath was deliberately controlled to be extremely light, for fear of exposing their whereabouts in this silent night.

Suddenly, a night bird was startled by a slight noise coming from nowhere, and flapped its wings to fly into the night sky. The rapid flapping sound seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment, and everyone's heart was instantly raised to their throats. Lin Feng stopped suddenly, his body tense, like a fully drawn bowstring. His eyes quickly swept around, and his ears caught every possible danger signal.

After making sure that he did not attract the enemy's attention, Lin Feng exhaled lightly and took another step. They continued to grope forward in the darkness, and every step forward seemed to cross a threshold of life and death.

After a difficult sneak, they finally approached the enemy's rear camp. From a distance, the campfires in the camp were like stars scattered on the ground. The shadows swayed in the light of the fire, and the footsteps and whispers of patrolling soldiers came intermittently.

"Get ready for action." Lin Feng slightly turned sideways and made a simple and powerful gesture to the disciples behind him. His eyes revealed determination and courage, which calmed the disciples' nervous mood.

A disciple who was good at hiding quietly approached the edge of the camp, as silent as a ghost. He lurked in the shadows and waited. When a patrolling sentry passed by unprepared, he instantly covered the sentry's mouth and quickly cut his throat with the sharp blade in his hand. The sentry fell down softly before he even had time to scream.

Then, the team members rushed into the camp like a tiger out of the cage. For a while, shouts and killing broke the tranquility of the night. Lin Feng led the way, and the long sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the firelight. His swordsmanship was sharp, and every swing was fatal. The enemies fell in front of him one after another, and blood splattered.

The disciples were also fearless, following Lin Feng closely and fighting bravely. They used their own magic and martial arts, and flames, frost, and lightning intertwined in the camp, mixed with the enemy's shouts and the collision of weapons, forming a chaotic and fierce battle music.

However, the enemy quickly reacted from the initial panic and began to organize effective resistance. They quickly assembled and formed a line of defense to try to stop the attack of Lin Feng's team. The battle became extremely fierce and the two sides fell into a stalemate. The enemy was numerous and well-trained, and their counterattack was also extremely fierce.

On the side of the sect, the head stood on the towering city wall, staring at the darkness ahead with a sharp gaze. His posture was upright, like an unshakable mountain. Beside him, many disciples were ready, and the weapons in their hands glowed coldly in the moonlight.

"Everyone stay alert, the enemy may appear at any time." The head's voice was steady and powerful, echoing on the city wall. His eyes were full of determination and confidence, which brought great encouragement to the disciples.

At this moment, a low sound of footsteps and the collision of armor came from afar, from far to near, like rolling thunder. The enemy's army gradually showed its outline in the night, surging like a tide. Their flags fluttered in the wind, and torches illuminated their hideous faces.

"Prepare for battle!" The headmaster gave an order, and the voice was as loud as a bell.

The disciples used the spells and martial arts that had been prepared long ago, and various colors of light lit up instantly, illuminating the sky above the city wall. Flames spewed out of their hands and flew towards the enemy; frost spread on the ground, trying to slow down the enemy's attack speed; thunder and lightning intertwined in the air, making a deafening roar.

The headmaster personally cast a powerful spell, he danced with his hands, chanted something, and a huge light shot out from his hands and rushed towards the enemy's camp. Wherever he went, the enemies were repelled and cried out in pain. But the enemies kept coming, as if there was an endless black torrent. They pushed forward under the attack of spells and tried to climb the city wall.

The disciples of the sect gradually felt the great pressure. Their physical strength was constantly depleting, and the casting of spells became more and more strenuous. But they did not retreat at all, gritted their teeth, and held on to their posts.

On the side of the sneak attack team, Lin Feng found that the enemy's resistance was getting stronger and stronger, and the casualties on his side were gradually increasing. He realized that he could not fight like this for a long time, otherwise not only would the mission fail to be completed, but the team might be wiped out.

"Concentrate your strength and burn the food!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, and his voice was still clearly audible in the noisy battle.

The disciples changed their strategies one after another, no longer entangled with the enemy too much, but rushed to the place where the food was stored. They tore a hole in the enemy's defense line and rushed forward desperately.

After a fierce fight, they finally broke through the enemy's blockade and came to the area where food and grass were stored. A disciple quickly lit a torch and threw it at the pile of food and grass. In an instant, the fire burned fiercely, and the fire spread rapidly, illuminating the entire camp.

Seeing this, the enemy was immediately in chaos. They turned around and tried to extinguish the fire and save the food and grass. Lin Feng took the opportunity to lead the team to break out of the siege and retreat towards the sect.

On the sect side, the battle was still fierce. The enemy had rushed to the bottom of the city wall and began to set up ladders to try to climb up the city wall. The disciples fought hard and kept repelling the enemies who climbed up the city wall. But under the fierce attack of the enemy, the casualties of the sect disciples continued to increase, and the blood dyed the city wall red.

Just when the situation was critical, the sneak attack team led by Lin Feng returned in time. They attacked from the rear of the enemy and caught the enemy off guard. The originally aggressive enemy instantly fell into the dilemma of being attacked from front and back.

The headmaster saw this scene and his morale was boosted. "Come on, everyone, we will definitely win!" His voice was full of passion and strength.

Under the courageous resistance of the crowd, the enemy's attack began to slow down, and their morale suffered a heavy blow. Gradually, the enemy began to collapse, and they no longer attacked in an orderly manner, but turned and fled.

The disciples of the sect took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy without giving the enemy a chance to breathe. They ran in the moonlight, and the shouts of killing echoed in the valley.

After a long and bloody battle, the dawn of victory finally came. The battlefield was littered with corpses, the blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Lin Feng sat on the ground tiredly, gasping for breath. His body was covered with wounds and blood, and his clothes were tattered. Looking at the cheering disciples, his heart was full of emotion.

"We won... but the price was too high." Lin Feng murmured to himself, revealing a trace of sadness and fatigue in his eyes.

The headmaster walked to him and patted him on the shoulder gently. "But we defended the sect and protected our homeland. This is the credit of everyone, and the credit of every disciple who fought bravely."

The crowd began to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded. Some disciples were looking for surviving companions, some were carrying corpses, and some were treating the wounded. After experiencing this catastrophe, the sect was in a mess, with collapsed houses and damaged walls. But they believed that as long as they were united, the future would be full of hope.

Under the rising sun, although the people of the sect were exhausted, their eyes were full of determination and expectations for the future...