The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Granny Lin pulled Doctor Zhang to hide behind a thick tree and anxiously warned him, "Doctor, be careful and don't get hurt!" Doctor Zhang nodded.
The battle became more and more intense, and with the help of the gray-haired hunter, everyone gradually turned the situation around.

The black-armored warriors began to panic. Their attacks were no longer as fierce as before, but seemed to be somewhat powerless.

Just when everyone thought victory was assured, a figure in a black robe appeared silently at 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 just felt their bodies becoming heavier and heavier, and their movements became slower.

Their attacks were weak, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

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

The black-robed strategist showed a sinister smile, "Now, the game has just begun..."

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

The magic he cast was like an invisible giant net that bound everyone tightly.

The weapon that used to be wielded with ease now seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every swing required all his strength.

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

The trees around the battlefield began to twist and groan 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 earth, which was nauseating.

The sky also became gloomy, with dark clouds rolling, as if foreshadowing that a greater crisis was about to come.

Although they were physically exhausted, everyone still tried to stay awake. They knew that if they gave up resistance, there would be no recovery.

Their eyes passed between each other, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

"We can't go on like this, we must find a way to break his spell!" Elder Chen gritted his teeth, enduring the heaviness of his body, and said with difficulty.

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

"Your magic is indeed superb, but I am no ordinary person either." He said in a deep voice, and the cane in his hand emitted a soft light, counteracting the dark magic of the black-robed strategist.

The black-robed strategist sneered, "Really? Then let me see what you can do!" He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. An even more powerful dark force surged out and attacked the old man in white.

The old man in white had a solemn expression on his face. He inserted his walking stick into the ground and silently chanted a spell. A golden light shot up into the sky and collided with the dark power, making a deafening noise.

The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

Everyone watched this 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 instantly...

Doctor Zhang groaned, covered his chest, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

The wound that was previously inflicted by the black-armored warrior was now aching slightly, and blood seeped through the bandage, staining the area red.

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

"Doctor!" Luo Xiaoyu exclaimed and wanted to go forward to help, but was forced back by the black-armored warrior coming towards her.

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

"Everyone be careful!" Granny Lin warned loudly, but she herself could not resist the attack of the black-robed strategist. She was hit by a powerful force, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.

Xiaohong watched her companions fall one by one, she was anxious but helpless.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails dug deep into her palms, and blood flowed through her fingers.

Her eyes fell on Doctor Zhang. His face was becoming paler and his breathing was becoming weaker.

A deep feeling of powerlessness came over her, and she felt desperate and scared.

The black-armored warrior took advantage of the chaos to launch another attack. He swung the long sword in his hand tightly, and every swing was filled with fierce murderous intent.

The crowd was unable to resist and was defeated.

The Green Shirt Swordsman and Li the Hunter fought desperately, their figures shuttled through the swordplay, brave and fearless.

"Hold on! We will definitely find a way!" the green-shirted swordsman shouted loudly. His voice was full of power, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

However, the enemy's attacks became more and more fierce, and everyone's physical strength gradually became exhausted.

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

Elder Chen's eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on the slightly raised stone slab under the black-robed strategist's feet.

Veins bulged on his forehead 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, and rushed forward first.

His thick arms were muscular, and the hammer smashed into the stone slab with a whistling sound.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the stone slab cracked and a crack instantly appeared under the black-robed strategist's feet.

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

The gravity that was pressing on everyone disappeared, and everyone felt their body lighten, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders.

They cheered excitedly, their hearts filled with relief and indescribable joy for having survived the disaster.

"Elder Chen, you are so awesome!" Luo Xiaoyu ran towards Elder Chen excitedly, "Yes, if it weren't for Elder Chen, we would have been stuck here today!" Li the Hunter also said with a silly smile, his tone full of respect for Elder Chen.

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

Everyone took advantage of the victory and reorganized the offensive.

Blacksmith Zhao wielded the hammer in his hand and charged forward like a tank, knocking the black-armored warrior back again and again.

The long sword in the green-shirted swordsman's hand danced into a silver light, and the sword energy was overwhelming and invincible.

Li the Hunter also waved his hunting fork and fought with the enemy. For a moment, the situation on the battlefield reversed again.

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

Granny Lin was busy bandaging the wounds of the injured. Her movements were gentle and meticulous. "Children, you are all injured. You must rest well." Her voice was kind and warm, making everyone feel extremely reassured.

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

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

The purple-haired witch has a graceful figure with flying long hair, and exudes a mysterious and powerful aura.

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

"Your fight ends here." The voice of the purple-haired witch was cold and charming, echoing over the battlefield, making people shudder.

There was an unfathomable light flashing in her purple eyes, making it impossible to guess her true intentions.

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

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

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

"What do you want?" The green-shirted swordsman asked coldly, tightly grasping the sword in his hand.

The air seemed to be frozen. The battlefield was eerily silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the rapid breathing of the crowd.

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

They gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force, ready to deal with any unexpected events at any time.

The purple-haired witch approached slowly, and every step she took seemed to step on everyone's heart, making people feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Her purple eyes were deep and mysterious, like two bottomless whirlpools that made people dare not look directly at them.

The corner of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, with a hint of playfulness and disdain, making it impossible to guess her true intentions.

Luo Xiaoyu was the first one who couldn't hold back. She had a hot temper and hated this kind of mystification the most. "Hey! Who are you? What do you want to do? Stop playing tricks!" The dagger in her hand flashed with a cold light, pointing 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 guys are disturbing my mood." The purple-haired witch's voice was cold, but it carried a hint of unquestionable majesty. "Did I allow you to fight?"

The black-armored warrior felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her. He snorted coldly and said in a tough tone, "Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of our Black Armored Legion!"

Upon hearing this, the purple-haired witch curled up a mocking smile. She slowly raised her hand, and a stream of purple air condensed in her palm, emitting a heart-pounding energy.

"The Black Armored Legion? They are nothing but a group of ants."

"You!" The black-armored warrior was shocked when he felt this powerful force. He clenched the long sword in his hand and shouted angrily: "Arrogant! Are you looking for death?"

"You're looking for death?" The purple-haired witch chuckled again, her laughter full of disdain and mockery, "Do you have the qualifications?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared instantly. The next moment, she appeared in front of the black-armored warrior, with a slender hand pressing on the black-armored warrior's chest.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the black-armored warrior flew backwards like a cannonball, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

A clear palm print appeared on his armor. He struggled for a few times but was unable to stand up.

Everyone stared at the scene in amazement. They didn't even see how the purple-haired witch made her move, but the black-armored warrior had already been defeated.

Their hearts were filled with shock and anxiety. They didn't know how strong this mysterious woman was, nor did they know why she wanted to interfere in their fight.

Just as everyone was in doubt, a loud male voice came from the sky, "Witch, you have crossed the line."

A golden light flashed, and a man in golden clothes appeared out of thin air. He had a stern face, eyes as sharp as an eagle, and exuded a powerful aura.

He is the Golden Messenger.

When everyone saw the golden-robed messenger appear, their hearts sank and an ominous premonition came to their minds.

"Witch, your opponent is me." The golden-robed messenger spoke in a cold tone, as if without a trace of emotion.

He waved his hand, and dozens of men in black appeared behind him, all of them had a powerful aura and were murderous.

Everyone was surrounded, the dark crowd came like a tide, and the shadow of fear hung over everyone's heart.

They felt desperate, as if they were in a bottomless abyss, with no hope in sight.

Xiaohong was so scared that her face turned pale and her body trembled slightly. She held Luo Xiaoyu's hand tightly, as if she was grabbing the last straw.

"Kill!" The golden-robed messenger gave an order and the battle broke out instantly.

The man in black pounced on the crowd like a wild beast, with swords flashing and murderous intent in the air.

Everyone fought hard, but the enemy's attack was too fierce and they gradually felt overwhelmed.

The green-shirted swordsman and the white-shirted man joined forces to attack. Their movements were erratic, their swordsmanship was exquisite, and their powerful strength made the enemy fearful.

The two men cooperated well, like two lightning bolts, shuttling through the enemy group, taking away several lives with every attack.

The enemy constantly adjusted its tactics, the offensive became more and more fierce, and the battle became more and more intense.

The clanging of swords, screams, and roars intertwined together to form a symphony of death.

The gray-haired hunter narrowed his eyes and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It seems that we need to use some special methods..."

The gray-haired hunter rolled his eyes and fixed his gaze on a black carriage behind the group of men in black.

He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, "Found it!" He took out a few special smoke bombs from his waist and threw them at the carriage.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After a few muffled sounds, thick smoke spread instantly, covering the carriage and the surrounding men in black.

"Cough cough cough..." The man in black was choked and coughed continuously. His vision was obstructed and his formation was in chaos.

The gray-haired hunter seized the opportunity and shouted, "Now, attack!" Hearing this, everyone became energized and concentrated their firepower to attack the man in black shrouded in smoke.

There were flashes of swords and screams. The men in black were caught off guard and were defeated.

"Good job, gray-haired hunter!" Luo Xiaoyu waved the dagger excitedly, his face filled with the joy of victory.

Others also cast admiring glances at the gray-haired hunter, with hope glimmering in their eyes.

The gray-haired hunter's strategy successfully turned the tide of the battle. The morale of the men was greatly boosted, and they were able to stabilize their position temporarily.

During the fierce battle, the man in white always protected Xiaohong behind him. He hugged Xiaohong tightly and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xiaohong felt the warm embrace of the man in white, and the fear in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a full sense of security.

Granny Lin was taking care of the injured people. She looked at them with kind eyes, like a loving mother.

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

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the purple-haired witch suddenly turned her gaze to Xiaohong. She..." As soon as she finished her words, she turned into a purple light and pounced towards Xiaohong.

"Not good!" Everyone was shocked and stood in front of Xiaohong, confronting the purple-haired witch.

The air froze again, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes determined, ready to face new challenges.

"Don't even think about touching her!" The man in white protected Xiaohong behind him, his tone cold and murderous.

Everyone quickly formed a circle and protected Xiaohong and the treasure in the center.

Their eyes were determined, like a solid wall of steel, and they were determined to guard the treasures behind them to the death.

Everyone's breathing was audible, and a tense atmosphere spread in the air.

The purple-haired witch stood opposite them, her seductive long purple hair flying in the wind, spitting out her tongue like a poisonous snake.

There was a greedy gleam in her narrow eyes as she stared at the treasure in Xiaohong's hand, like a hungry beast staring at its prey.

The people watching the battle around held their breath, their hearts pounding, and watched nervously as the battle was about to break out.

"Hmph, you overestimate your abilities!" The purple-haired witch sneered and took the lead in breaking the tense confrontation.

She quickly formed seals with her hands and muttered something, and a strange purple energy surged around her.

"Be careful, her magic is very strange!" Elder Chen warned loudly, and everyone became more vigilant.

The purple-haired witch's magic is as unpredictable as a ghost, sometimes turning into a sharp blade, sometimes turning into poisonous mist, making it difficult to grasp.

Everyone was a little panicked for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure.

"I'll stop her!" The man in white leaped up and stood in front of everyone.

He swung the sword in his hand, and the sword light was as bright as the Milky Way, dissolving the attacks of the purple-haired witch one by one.

"And me!" The green-shirted swordsman also joined the battle. With his light body and sharp swordsmanship, he fought side by side with the man in white and suppressed the offensive of the purple-haired witch.

Seeing that she couldn't defeat the enemy after a long time of attack, the purple-haired witch changed her attack method, becoming faster and more powerful. The man in white and the swordsman in green gradually felt a little tired.

"You two, get out of the way!" A deep voice came, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see the blue-robed swordsman striding towards them...

The blue-robed swordsman stood in front of the man in white like a small mountain, and the broadsword in his hand drew a dazzling arc of light, meeting the attack of the purple-haired witch.

"Dang!" There was a deafening sound and sparks flew everywhere.

The purple-haired witch was knocked back several steps, a hint of surprise flashed across her face. She didn't expect that this blue-robed swordsman who suddenly appeared would be so powerful.

However, her surprise lasted only a moment. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she flashed and attacked the blue-robed swordsman again.

This time, she was faster and her attack was more fierce.

Although the blue-robed swordsman fought hard, he was still a step too slow.

With a "puff", the purple-haired witch's sharp claws cut through his clothes, leaving a wound on his chest so deep that the bone could be seen.

The blue-robed swordsman groaned and staggered back, with blood staining the front of his shirt red.

When everyone saw this, their hearts sank and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

They looked worriedly at the blue-robed swordsman lying on the ground. The atmosphere was so solemn that even the air seemed to freeze.

The injured blue-robed swordsman covered his chest with his hands, his face pale and beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

He struggled to stand up, but collapsed to the ground powerlessly. (End of this chapter)