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

After the thrilling life-and-death showdown between the Jianghu Alliance, the once noisy battlefield fell into a dead silence. The smoke of gunpowder slowly floated in the air like a ghost, and it had not yet dissipated. It mixed with the smell of scorched earth to form a suffocating smell. In the sky, dark clouds hang low, as if they are also mourning the tragic scenes on this land.

Lin Feng stood alone among the ruins, his figure stretched under the afterglow of the setting sun, looking particularly lonely. His eyes slowly scanned the surroundings. The broken limbs, broken weapons, and blood-soaked land all over the ground formed a picture like hell. Every fallen figure was once a living being, carrying the pursuit of justice and loyalty to the sect.

He slowly knelt down and reached out to close the eyes of a young disciple who had not yet closed his eyes. The determination and fearlessness of the battle still remained on the disciple's face, but the light of life had disappeared forever. An unspeakable sorrow surged in Lin Feng's heart, and his lips trembled slightly, "Child, your sacrifice will not be in vain. I will definitely make the sect stronger and let justice be done."

At this time, an elder walked slowly with heavy steps. His face was pale, and his eyes showed deep fatigue and sadness. "Master, the casualties have been calculated." The elder's voice was hoarse and low, as if every word was filled with endless pain.

Lin Feng slowly stood up and stretched out his slightly trembling hand to take the list. The paper seemed to be extremely heavy in his hands. His eyes fell on the familiar names, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. Every name on the list represents a life that was once alive, a comrade who once fought side by side with him and fought for a common ideal.

"We must properly arrange for their families and give them adequate compensation and care. They are all heroes who sacrificed for justice. We cannot let their efforts go unrewarded." Lin Feng's voice was low and firm, with an undoubted tone. determination.

At the same time, the disciples were silently busy cleaning up the battlefield. Their movements were gentle and solemn, as if they were performing a sacred ritual. Everyone's face was filled with sadness and exhaustion, but their eyes still shone with perseverance.

"Be careful, don't touch the wound." A young disciple said softly, with obvious choking in his voice. Together with another disciple, he gently lifted the body of a fellow disciple who had died and walked slowly towards the makeshift morgue. Their steps were heavy, and every step seemed to use up all their strength.

On the other side, injured disciples were sent to a makeshift medical camp one after another. The camp was filled with the smell of herbs and blood. Su Yao and other doctors were as busy as spinning tops and could not stop for a moment.

Su Yao's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and her hands were stained with blood, but her eyes were still focused and calm. "Crush this herbal medicine and apply it on the wound. Be gentle and don't hurt the injured person." She was treating the deep wound in the abdomen of a seriously injured disciple while eagerly instructing the assistants around her.

The assistants scrambled to follow her instructions, and a tense atmosphere permeated the entire camp. A disciple who was slightly injured gritted his teeth and endured the pain, not letting himself groan so as not to affect the work of others.

In the hall of the sect, several core figures sat together, discussing the follow-up matters with solemn expressions. The candlelight cast huge shadows on the walls, making the atmosphere even more depressing.

"Although we have defeated the mysterious forces this time, they will definitely not give up. Judging from the scale and level of organization of this attack, there must be a stronger force behind them. We must be fully prepared to meet It may be a more brutal battle," a gray-haired elder said worriedly. His eyes were full of anxiety, and his hands kept rubbing the corners of his clothes.

"Yes, we need to strengthen our defenses and cannot allow the enemy to easily break through our defense lines. At the same time, we will send more spies to pay close attention to their movements and try to grasp their action plan in advance." Another elder agreed, There are deep wrinkles on his face, and each wrinkle seems to tell the vicissitudes and hardships of the world.

Lin Feng sat at the head of the table, his hands clenched into fists, his joints turning white from exertion. He pondered for a moment and said: "This battle also exposed us to some problems. For example, in terms of tactical cooperation, our various groups did not coordinate closely enough, which led to some loopholes in the battle that were exploited by the enemy. There are also The intelligence collection work was obviously not timely and accurate, which made us passive in the early stages of the battle. We need to learn from experience and strengthen training to improve the combat quality of the entire sect."

Everyone nodded, looking serious and focused. A middle-aged hall leader said: "What the leader said is absolutely true. We should immediately organize targeted training to strengthen the tacit understanding and collaboration among the disciples. At the same time, we should conduct more professional training for intelligence collection personnel and establish a more Extensive intelligence network."

The atmosphere in the sect is still tense and heavy, and the disciples are sweating on the training ground and practicing harder than before. They know that every swing of the sword and every stroke of luck may be the key to survival in future battles.

"Harder! Harder! Your sword is like cotton, how can you kill the enemy?" A stern instructor yelled at a disciple, his eyes full of eagerness and expectation.

The disciple gritted his teeth and raised the sword in his hand again, repeating the action again and again until his arm was so sore that he could hardly lift it.

In the martial arts world, the news of this fierce battle spread quickly like a gust of wind. Various sects and forces had completely different views and reactions to the performance of the martial arts alliance.

In a quiet valley, a sect known for justice and chivalry was holding an emergency meeting. The head of the sect sat at the head with a solemn face. "The martial arts alliance fought bloody battles for justice and showed extraordinary courage and determination. We can't sit idly by. We should send people and carry supplies to support and fight against the evil forces together." His voice was firm and powerful, full of the pursuit of justice.

The disciples responded in unison, with admiration and excitement in their eyes.

However, in a dark corner, the leader of an evil force was plotting with his men. "This is our chance. While the Jianghu Alliance is seriously injured, we should send people to expand our territory and grab resources." The leader's eyes flashed with greed and viciousness, and his men showed ferocious smiles, as if a group of hungry wolves saw their injured prey.

Faced with all kinds of complex voices and potential threats in the Jianghu, everyone in the Jianghu Alliance understands that the road ahead is still full of challenges and uncertainties. But they have a firm belief in their hearts that as long as they are united, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome, and justice will eventually defeat evil.