Looking at the injured swordsman in blue robe, everyone felt a sense of despair, as if they were strangled by an invisible big hand, and their breathing became difficult.

Xiaohong was even more scared and her face turned pale, tears rolled in her eyes. She held the treasure in her hand tightly, her body trembling slightly, and her heart was filled with helplessness and fear.

"What should we do? What should we do?" Luo Xiaoyu asked anxiously, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"We can't defend passively like this anymore. We must take the initiative to attack!" Zhao Blacksmith held the hammer in his hand and roared angrily.

"No, it's too risky to take the initiative to attack. We should continue to defend and wait for reinforcements!" Grandma Lin retorted.

The two sides argued, and the tense atmosphere became even stronger.

Elder Chen frowned and carefully weighed the pros and cons. "In this way, let's first..." Elder Chen was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, staring at a figure on the edge of the battlefield.

On the edge of the battlefield, a gray figure moved silently like a ghost.

The gray-haired hunter, his cunning eyes tightly locked the back of the purple-haired witch.

He was like a lurking cheetah, waiting to give his prey a fatal blow.

When the purple-haired witch's attention was restrained by the front battlefield, the gray-haired hunter moved. He rushed behind the purple-haired witch like an arrow from the string.

"Swoosh!" A cold light flashed, and the dagger in the gray-haired hunter's hand slashed the air and stabbed the purple-haired witch's back.

This blow was fast and fierce, beyond everyone's expectations.

The purple-haired witch only felt a chill coming from behind. She quickly turned around to avoid it, but was still a step slower, and the dagger left a blood mark on her arm.

"Ah!" The purple-haired witch screamed. She didn't expect that this inconspicuous hunter could actually hurt her.

When everyone saw this scene, they were stunned at first, and then they burst into deafening cheers.

Their morale, which was originally depressed by the injury of the blue-robed swordsman, was as if they were injected with a dose of heart-boosting agent and instantly rose.

The wit and courage of the gray-haired hunter won the admiration of everyone, their

"Everyone, don't give her a chance to breathe!" Zhao Blacksmith waved his hammer and roared.

Everyone responded in unison, showed their unique skills and launched a fierce attack on the purple-haired witch.

The man in white waved his long sword, the sword light was as bright as snow, the swordsman in blue was flowing, and the sword energy was scattered. Grandma Lin's staff also emitted a dazzling light, and the attack fell on the purple-haired witch like raindrops.

At this time, the man in white held Xiaohong's hand tightly, conveying strength and security.

His eyes were as gentle as water, and he looked at Xiaohong with deep love, as if saying, don't be afraid, I'm there.

On the other side, Grandma Lin looked at the injured blue-robed swordsman with heartache, and she comforted him softly, caring like a kind elder.

Everyone encouraged and supported each other, and in the battle, the friendship became deeper.

The purple-haired witch was defeated by the attacks of the crowd. She roared angrily, as crazy as a wounded beast.

She quickly made seals and recited obscure mantras.

The air around began to twist, and the sky gradually became dark, as if it was shrouded in a huge force.

"No, she is going to cast the forbidden spell!" Elder Chen exclaimed, his voice full of fear.

Everyone watched the changes in the sky in shock and became nervous again.

They didn't know how powerful the forbidden spells the purple-haired witch cast was, nor did they know whether they could resist them.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped them, as if they were in boundless darkness.

After chanting the spell of the purple-haired witch, she raised her head and showed a strange smile. Then she looked at Xiaohong and said slowly: "The treasure in your hand is mine!"

At this time, the man in white held Xiaohong's hand tightly, conveying strength and security.

His eyes were as gentle as water, and he looked at Xiaohong with deep love, as if saying, don't be afraid, I'm there.

On the other side, Grandma Lin looked at the injured blue-robed swordsman with heartache, and she comforted him softly, caring like a kind elder.

Everyone encouraged and supported each other, and in the battle, the friendship became deeper.

The purple-haired witch was defeated by the attacks of the crowd. She roared angrily, as crazy as a wounded beast.

She quickly made seals and recited an obscure mantra.

The air around began to twist, and the sky gradually became dark, as if it was shrouded in a huge force.

"No, she is going to cast the forbidden spell!" Elder Chen exclaimed, his voice full of fear.

Everyone watched the changes in the sky in shock and became nervous again.

They didn't know how powerful the forbidden spells the purple-haired witch cast was, nor did they know whether they could resist them.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped them, as if they were in boundless darkness.

After chanting the spell of the purple-haired witch, she raised her head and showed a strange smile. Then she looked at Xiaohong and said slowly: "The treasure in your hand is mine!"

The purple-haired witch's words were like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating everyone's despair.

Her figure loomed in the darkness, with a strong sense of oppression every step.

Everyone resisted with difficulty under her spell, their faces full of fatigue.

There was a suffocating breath in the air, as if even breathing became extremely difficult.

"You can't let her succeed!" The blue-shirted swordsman roared, and the long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light, directly taking the purple-haired witch.

The man in white followed closely behind. The two of them jointly attacked the purple-haired witch accidentally, and a crack appeared in the defense line.

However, the purple-haired witch seemed to be angry, and her attack became more fierce, and everyone could not avoid it, and her injury worsened.

Grandma Lin waved her hand in an anxious manner, trying to use her strength to get a chance to breathe for everyone.

The figure of the purple-haired witch flew in the air like a ghost, and every spell was filled with a breath of destruction.

Although everyone's eyes were full of fatigue, there was still a hint of firmness and he was unwilling to give up.

The swordsman in blue and white teamed up again. Their efforts were admired by everyone, and the fighting atmosphere was extremely tense.

However, the purple-haired witch seemed to be more and more brave as she fought, her power seemed endless, and the situation was even more unfavorable to everyone.

At this moment, Master Lingyin slowly stepped forward, folded his hands together, and recited the ancient Buddhist scriptures.

His voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate the darkness and bring a trace of light.

However, this light seemed so fragile, as if it would be swallowed by darkness at any time.

The purple-haired witch smiled coldly, the magic seal in her hand became more and more crazy, and the space around seemed to be twisted to the extreme.

"Your end is here!" she roared, her eyes flashing with a crazy light.

Master Lingyin frowned, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were flashing with a faint light.

He took a deep breath and rushed towards the purple-haired witch, with a firm light emitting from his eyes.

"In order to protect everyone, I must..." Master Lingyin's words came to an abrupt end, and his figure gradually became blurred in the darkness.

Master Lingyin's figure shook for a moment, his face pale as paper, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled off his forehead.

He forcibly activated the few magic power left in his body, forming a golden barrier that barely blocked the attack of the purple-haired witch.

The barrier trembled violently, making an overwhelming buzz, as if it would break at any time.

Master Lingyin groaned, a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and his body was shaking.

"Master!" everyone exclaimed, and their hearts were as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

They watched helplessly as Master Lingyin exhausted his last bit of strength in order to protect them, but he was powerless.

Despair spread in everyone's hearts.

They were trapped in the forbidden spell of the purple-haired witch, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The crazy laughter of the purple-haired witch echoed in the air, like a death-seeking demon sound, tingling everyone's eardrums.

Xiaohong held the treasure in her hand tightly, and tears blurred her gaze.

She raised her head, looked at the dim sky, and choked and prayed: "God, please save us..." Her voice trembled, full of helplessness and despair.

"We...what should we do?" Luo Xiaoyu's voice trembled, with a hint of crying.

Everyone looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Someone suggested: "Would we... want to ask for help from the outside world?"

"Call for help? How to ask for help? We are all trapped here, who can hear from us?" another person retorted, his tone full of anxiety.

"But, we can't sit still, are we?"

"What do you think of? We are no match for the purple-haired witch at all!"

The two sides argued and the atmosphere became even more tense.

At this moment, the girl in yellow who had been silent suddenly spoke: "I know there is someone who may help us..." Her voice was very light, but with a hint of unquestionable affirmation.

Everyone turned their eyes to the girl in yellow, "Who?"

The girl in yellow took a deep breath and said slowly: "Baiyun Mountain, the white-haired hermit..." As soon as she finished speaking, an old and thick voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears: "Haha, little girl, you actually remember me..."

The white-haired hermit's voice was like a bell of a big bell, trembling everyone's eardrums.

His figure flashed and appeared in front of everyone like a ghost.
To be continued...