Grandma Lin pulled Doctor Zhang to hide behind a thick tree and reminded anxiously: "Doctor, be careful, don't be hurt!" Doctor Zhang nodded.

The battle became more and more intense, and with the help of the gray-haired hunter, everyone gradually reversed the situation.

The black-armored warriors began to panic. Their attacks were no longer as fierce as before, but instead seemed a little overwhelmed.

Just when everyone thought they were sure to win, a figure in a black robe appeared silently on the edge of the battlefield.

The black-robed strategist slowly raised his hands and muttered something.

A strange aura spread out, covering the entire battlefield.

Everyone felt that their bodies were getting heavier and their movements became slower.

Their attacks were weak and powerless, as if they were trapped in a quagmire.

"No, it's a spell!" Elder Chen's face changed drastically and he exclaimed.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the black-robed strategist's mouth, "Now, the game has just begun..."

The appearance of the black-robed strategist was like throwing a huge rock on the calm lake, causing huge waves.

The spell he released was like an invisible giant net that tightly bound everyone.

The weapon that was originally free and easy was now heavy and exhausted every time it swung.

Sweat soaked their clothes, and their breathing became rapid, and everyone's face was filled with fatigue.

The trees around the battlefield began to twist, groaning in pain, as if they were also under the oppression of this strange force.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of soil, which was disgusting.

The sky also became gloomy and the clouds rolled, as if it was a sign of a greater crisis coming.

Despite their exhaustion, everyone still tried to stay awake. They knew that once they gave up resistance, they would be doomed.

Their eyes were passing through each other, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

"This won't work. We must find a way to crack his spell!" Elder Chen gritted his teeth, endured the heavy weight of his body, and said with difficulty.

At the same time, the old man in white slowly walked out and confronted the black-robed adviser.

"Your spells are indeed brilliant, but I am not an ordinary person." He said in a deep voice, and the crutch in his hand emitted a soft light, fighting against the dark spells of the black-robed strategist.

The black-robed strategist sneered, "Is that so? Then let me see your ability!" He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something in his mouth, and a stronger dark force surged out and attacked the old man in white.

The old man in white looked solemn, inserted his crutch into the ground, silently chanted a spell, and a golden light soared into the sky, colliding with the dark force, making a deafening loud noise.

Both sides went back and forth, not giving in to each other, and the air around them seemed to have solidified.

Everyone watched the thrilling contest nervously, and their hopes were placed on the old man in white.

At this moment, Doctor Zhang groaned, and his face turned pale in an instant...

After a muffled groan, Doctor Zhang covered his chest, his face instantly turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down from his forehead.

The wound that was previously injured by the black-armored warrior was now painful, and blood penetrated the bandaged cloth strips and dyed them red.

He staggered back a few steps, knelt on one knee, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Doctor!" Luo Xiaoyu exclaimed, trying to come forward to support her, but was forced back by the oncoming black-armored warrior.

The attacks of the black-robed strategist became more and more fierce. Everyone was already exhausted from dealing with it, but now they were distracted and worried about Doctor Zhang, which was even more dangerous.

"Be careful, everyone!" Grandma Lin reminded loudly, but she could not resist the attack of the black-robed strategist. She was hit by a powerful force and flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Xiaohong watched her friends fall down one by one, anxious but powerless.

Her hands clenched her fists, her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, and blood flowed down her fingertips.

Her eyes fell on Zhang Langzhong, his face became paler and his breath became weaker.

A deep sense of powerlessness surged into her heart, and she felt despair and fear.

The black-armored warrior attacked again while the chaos was in trouble. The long sword in his hand was swayed tightly, and every time he waved it, it was filled with a fierce murderous aura.

Everyone couldn't resist and retreated step by step.

The blue-shirt swordsman and Li Huowen fought to the death, and their figures were shuttled through the sword light and sabers, brave and fearless.

"Stand it! We will definitely find a way!" the blue-shirt swordsman shouted loudly, his voice full of power, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

However, the enemy's attack became more and more fierce, and everyone's physical strength gradually became less sustained.

"Click—" A slight sound came from the feet of the black-robed strategist.

Elder Chen's eyes were as sharp as a torch, staring at the slightly raised stone slab under the black-robed strategist's feet.

The veins on his forehead swelled up, and he roared with all his strength: "Attack the stone slab under his feet! That's the weakness of his magic!" His voice was hoarse and rapid, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

When everyone heard this, the light of hope rekindled in their eyes.

Blacksmith Zhao waved the hammer in his hand, roared angrily, and rushed forward first.

His thick arms were tangled, and the hammer slammed at the stone slab with the sound of the whistling wind.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the stone slab cracked in response to the sound, and a crack appeared under the feet of the black-robed strategist.

The invisible giant net that originally bound everyone broke like a soap bubble at this moment.

The gravity pressing on everyone disappeared, and everyone felt as if they had lifted a huge burden.

They cheered excitedly, their hearts filled with the joy of surviving the disaster and the unspeakable joy.

"Elder Chen, you are so amazing!" Luo Xiaoyu ran to Elder Chen excitedly, "Yes, if it weren't for Elder Chen, we would have really fallen here today!" Li Liehuo also said with a silly smile, his tone full of respect for Elder Chen.

Everyone gathered around and looked at Elder Chen with admiration, and his morale was greatly boosted.

Everyone took advantage of the victory and reorganized the offensive.

Blacksmith Zhao waved the hammer in his hand, rushing around like a tank, hitting the black-armored warrior backwards.

The long sword in the hands of the blue-shirted swordsman danced into a silver light, and the sword energy was everywhere, invincible.

Li Huowen also waved his hunting fork and fought with the enemy. For a moment, the situation of the battle reversed again.

The man in white gently picked up the weak Xiaohong and gently wiped the blood on her face. He comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine." Xiaohong leaned in his arms, feeling his warm embrace, and a hint of peace of mind appeared on her tired face.

Grandma Lin was busy bandaging the wounds for the injured. Her movements were gentle and meticulous. "Children, you are all injured, you must have a good rest." Her voice was kind and warm, which made everyone feel extremely relieved.

After the disaster, the friendship between the people became deeper. They supported and encouraged each other and faced the next challenges together.

Just as everyone was about to pursue the victory, a purple figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

The purple-haired witch has a graceful figure, with long hair flying, and a mysterious and powerful aura all over her body.

She slowly raised her hand, and an invisible force instantly stopped the battle between the two sides.

"Let's stop your battle." The purple-haired witch's voice was cold and charming, echoing over the battlefield, making people shudder.

Her purple eyes flashed with unpredictable light, making it impossible to guess her true intentions.

Everyone looked at the purple-haired witch who suddenly appeared in shock, and their hearts were filled with doubts and uneasiness.

They didn't know who this mysterious woman was, nor did they know why she appeared here.

A new sense of tension shrouded everyone's hearts, staring at the purple-haired witch vigilantly, ready to deal with possible changes.

"What do you want?" the blue-shirt swordsman asked coldly with the sword in his hand.

The air seemed to solidify, and the battlefield was terrifyingly quiet, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves and the rapid breathing of everyone.

Everyone's eyes were locked tightly on the purple-haired witch, like a cheetah staring at her prey, full of vigilance and alertness.

They held the weapons in their hands, their knuckles turned white due to force, ready to deal with any possible changes.

The purple-haired witch slowly approached, and every step she took seemed to step on everyone's heart, making people feel inexplicably oppressive.

Her purple eyes are deep and mysterious, like two bottomless vortexes, which make people dare not look directly at.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, with a hint of playfulness and disdain that made people unable to speculate on her true intentions.

Luo Xiaoyu was the first to be unable to hold back. She was very hot and could not stand this kind of mysterious tricks. "Hey! Who are you? What do you want to do? Don't pretend to be a ghost!" The short knife in her hand flashed with a cold light and pointed directly at the purple-haired witch.

The purple-haired witch didn't even look at her, as if Luo Xiaoyu was just an ant in her eyes.

She just glanced at everyone casually, and her eyes finally fell on the black-armored warrior.

"You have disturbed my interest." The purple-haired witch's voice was cold, but with a hint of unquestionable majesty, "Have I allowed you to fight?"

The Black Armored Warrior was a little uncomfortable when she stared at him. He snorted coldly and said in a tough tone, "Who are you? How dare you care about our Black Armored Legion!"

When the purple-haired witch heard this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She slowly raised her hand, and a purple air stream condensed in her palm, emitting heart-wrenching energy.

"Black Armored Legion? It's just a group of ants."

"You!" The black-armored warrior felt this powerful force and was shocked. He held the long sword in his hand tightly and shouted angrily: "Arrogant! You are looking for death!"

"Looking for death?" The purple-haired witch chuckled again, her laughter filled with disdain and mockery, "Are you qualified?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared from the spot. The next moment, she had appeared in front of the black-armored warrior, and a slender palm was pressed on the black-armored warrior's chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the black-armored warrior flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing heavily on the ground, causing a scattered dust.
To be continued...