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

Looking at the injured blue-robed swordsman, everyone felt a sense of despair, as if an invisible big hand was strangling their throats, making it difficult to breathe.

Xiaohong was so frightened that her face turned pale and tears welled up in her eyes. She tightly grasped the treasure in her hand, 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 slight tremor in her voice.

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

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

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

Elder Chen frowned, carefully weighing the pros and cons, "Well, let's first..." Elder Chen was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on a figure at the edge of the battlefield.

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

The gray-haired hunter's cunning eyes were fixed on the back of the purple-haired witch.

He was like a lurking cheetah, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to its prey.

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

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

The blow was so fast and fierce that it caught everyone by surprise.

The purple-haired witch felt a chill on her back and she quickly turned around to avoid it, but she was still a step too slow and the dagger left a bloody mark on her arm.

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

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

Their morale, which had been low due to the injury of the blue-robed swordsman, was instantly boosted as if they had received a shot of adrenaline.

The gray-haired hunter's wit and bravery won the admiration of everyone.

"Everyone, come together, don't give her a chance to breathe!" Blacksmith Zhao roared, waving his hammer.

Everyone responded in unison, using their best skills to launch a fierce attack on the purple-haired witch.

The man in white was waving his sword, the sword light was like snow, the green-shirted swordsman was moving gracefully, his sword energy was overwhelming, and Granny Lin's staff also emitted a dazzling light, and her attacks fell on the purple-haired witch like raindrops.

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

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

On the other side, Granny Lin looked at the injured blue-robed swordsman with heartache. She comforted him softly, showing care like a kind elder.

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

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

She formed seals quickly and chanted an obscure spell.

The surrounding air began to distort and the sky gradually became dark, as if shrouded by a huge force.

"Oh no! She's going to cast a forbidden spell!" Elder Chen exclaimed, his voice filled with fear.

Everyone looked at the changes in the sky in shock, and their hearts became nervous again.

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

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

After the purple-haired witch finished her spell, she raised her head, revealed a strange smile, then 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 a sense of security.

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

On the other side, Granny Lin looked at the injured blue-robed swordsman with heartache. She comforted him softly, showing care like a kind elder.

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

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

She quickly formed seals and chanted an obscure spell.

The surrounding air began to distort and the sky gradually became dark, as if shrouded by a huge force.

"Oh no! She's going to cast a forbidden spell!" Elder Chen exclaimed, his voice filled with fear.

Everyone looked at the changes in the sky in shock, and their hearts became nervous again.

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

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

After the purple-haired witch finished her spell, she raised her head, revealed a strange smile, then 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 was looming in the darkness, and every step she took carried a strong sense of oppression.

Under the cover of her spell, everyone was struggling to resist, their faces filled with exhaustion.

There was a suffocating feeling in the air, as if even breathing had become extremely difficult.

"We can't let her succeed!" The green-shirted swordsman roared, and the sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and went straight for the purple-haired witch.

The man in white followed closely behind, and their joint attack caught the purple-haired witch off guard for a moment, causing a crack in her defense line.

However, the purple-haired witch seemed to be enraged, her attacks became more fierce, and everyone was unable to dodge and their injuries worsened.

Granny Lin was so anxious that she kept waving her hands, trying to use her strength to buy a moment of respite for everyone.

The figure of the purple-haired witch danced in the air like a ghost, and every spell she cast carried a breath of destruction.

Although everyone's eyes were filled with fatigue, there was still a hint of determination and they were unwilling to give up.

The green-shirted swordsman and the white-shirted man joined forces again. Their efforts were admired by everyone and the battle atmosphere became extremely tense.

However, the purple-haired witch seemed to be getting braver and braver as the battle went on. Her power seemed endless, and the situation became even more unfavorable for everyone.

At this moment, Master Lingyin walked slowly forward, clasped his hands together, and chanted ancient Buddhist scriptures.

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

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

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

"Your doom has come!" she roared, with a mad light in her eyes.

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

He took a deep breath and rushed towards the purple-haired witch resolutely, with a determined light in 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, his face turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

He forced the little remaining magic power in his body to form a golden barrier, which barely blocked the attack of the purple-haired witch.

The barrier trembled violently, making a buzzing sound as if it was about to break at any moment.

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

"Master!" everyone exclaimed, their hearts felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

They watched helplessly as Master Lingyin exhausted his last bit of strength to protect them, but they were powerless to do anything.

A feeling of despair spread among the crowd.

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

The purple-haired witch's wild laughter echoed in the air, like a death-threatening devil's voice, piercing everyone's eardrums.

Xiaohong tightly grasped the treasure in her hand, tears blurring her vision.

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

"We...what should we do?" Luo Xiaoyu's voice was trembling, with a hint of tears in it. Everyone looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Someone suggested: "Should we... seek help from the outside world?"

"Call for help? How to call for help? We are all trapped here, who can receive our news?" another person retorted, his tone full of anxiety.

"But we can't just sit there and wait for death, right?"

"Then what do you say we should do? We are no match for the purple-haired witch!"

The two sides argued and the atmosphere became more tense.

At this moment, the girl in yellow who had been silent all the time suddenly spoke: "I know someone who may be able to help us..." Her voice was very soft, but it carried a hint of unquestionable certainty.

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 deep voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears: "Haha, little girl, you actually still remember me..."

The voice of the white-haired hermit was like the loud sound of a huge bell, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

He flashed and appeared in front of everyone like a ghost.

His hair and beard were all white, but he looked energetic, and his eyes were bright, as if they contained endless wisdom.

He waved his hand lightly, and a soft light enveloped everyone, and the forbidden spell of the purple-haired witch was instantly broken.

Everyone felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders, and the oppressive atmosphere dissipated.

"This...how is this possible?!" The purple-haired witch widened her eyes in disbelief. Her forbidden spell was actually broken so easily. It was beyond her imagination.

Everyone exclaimed. They looked at the white-haired hermit in front of them. They were like drowning people grabbing a life-saving straw. Their morale was boosted, and the light of hope was rekindled in their originally desperate eyes.

The appearance of the white-haired hermit seemed to give them a shot of adrenaline, filling them with the courage to fight again.

"Thank you for your help, senior!" The green-shirted swordsman said with a fist, his tone full of respect.

The white-haired hermit smiled slightly and waved his hand, indicating that everyone didn't need to be polite.

He turned his gaze to the purple-haired witch, "How dare you show off your mere tricks in front of an expert!" He said in a cold voice with a hint of majesty in his voice.

Encouraged, everyone attacked the purple-haired witch again.

This time, their attack was sharper and more decisive, as if they wanted to avenge the humiliation they had suffered before.

The purple-haired witch was defeated step by step, with many injuries on her body, looking in a miserable state.

The man in white held Xiaohong tightly in his arms, comforted her softly, and gently brushed the tear marks on her cheeks with his fingertips.

Xiaohong felt the warm embrace of the man in white, and her heart was filled with a sense of security. The fear she had just felt also dissipated a lot.

On the other side, Granny Lin carefully took care of the weak Master Lingyin. She took out the herbs she carried with her and carefully applied them to his wounds. When everyone saw the appearance of the white-haired hermit, they felt the power of friendship, and their hearts became more determined and more united.

However, just when everyone thought victory was assured, a golden light suddenly streaked across the sky, and a golden-clad messenger appeared on the battlefield. His appearance brought with it a powerful sense of oppression, causing everyone to instantly feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet.

He stood in the air, looking down at everyone, his eyes cold and arrogant.

"I didn't expect that someone could break my forbidden technique!" The golden-robed messenger said coldly, his voice full of murderous intent, "In that case, let me deal with you personally!"

When everyone saw the golden-robed messenger appear, they became nervous again.

They realized that a new crisis had arrived and they must be prepared to meet the challenge.

They were on high alert, their eyes fixed on the golden-clad messenger, and the atmosphere became solemn again.

The golden-robed messenger stood in the air, with golden light flowing around him, as if he was a god descending from heaven.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on him, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Everyone held their weapons tightly, beads of sweat oozing from their palms. The air was filled with tension, as if it was a taut string that could break at any time.

The golden-robed messenger slowly descended from the air, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart. There was an unparalleled arrogance on his face, and he glanced at everyone with contempt, as if he was looking at a group of ants.

"You don't know what you can do!" He snorted coldly, his voice was as chilling as ice. The temperature around him suddenly dropped, making people shiver.

The air seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, and not even a trace of wind could be felt.

Everyone just felt a tightness in their chest and breathing became difficult.

Suddenly, the golden messenger moved!
His figure flashed and turned into a golden light, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture it with the naked eye.

With a wave of his palm, golden light burst out, and it came straight towards everyone with a devastating force.

"Be careful!" the man in white shouted, stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver light, meeting the attack of the golden messenger.

"Dang!" With a loud bang, the golden light and the silver light collided, causing a dazzling light. The powerful shock wave spread around. Everyone retreated one after another and barely managed to stabilize their bodies.

The man in white was shocked so much that his palms went numb and his arms ached slightly, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, swinging his sword again.

The green-robed swordsman also joined the battle, and the two of them joined forces to engage in a fierce battle with the gold-robed messenger.

There were flashes of swords and golden light as three people fought together. Their figures intertwined at a speed that was dazzling.

All they could see was a blur of light and shadow, and their ears were filled with the harsh sound of weapons clashing.

Just as everyone was watching the battle intently, a green figure appeared silently at the edge of the battlefield.

The girl in green had a sinister smile on her face, and in her hand was a small hidden weapon that flashed with cold light.

"Swoosh!" The hidden weapon flew out of the air silently and headed straight for the crowd...

"Ah——" A scream cut through the sky...

The hidden weapon hit Zhao the blacksmith's thigh. He groaned and fell to the ground with a bang.

The bright red blood instantly dyed the trouser legs red, which was shocking to the eye.

A strong smell of blood filled the air, stimulating everyone's sense of smell.

"Blacksmith Zhao!" Everyone exclaimed, and all looked at the fallen Blacksmith Zhao with worried eyes.

He covered the wound, his face pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, his lips trembled, but he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from groaning in pain.

Seeing that Blacksmith Zhao was injured, everyone's heart sank.

They were already at a disadvantage, and now the situation is even worse.

A feeling of despair spread among the crowd, so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

Xiaohong was so frightened that her face turned pale. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands. Her face was as pale as paper and her eyes were full of fear.

She had never seen such a bloody scene. A strong sense of fear surged in her heart, making her tremble all over.

"What should I do? What should I do now?" Luo Xiaoyu asked anxiously, feeling extremely anxious.

"Find the source of the hidden weapons first!" Li the Hunter said loudly, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, trying to find the enemy hiding in the dark.

"No! The most urgent task is to deal with the golden messenger first!" The green-shirted swordsman retorted, pointing the long sword in his hand at the golden messenger who was still fighting fiercely with the white-shirted man, "Only by defeating him first can we guarantee everyone's safety!"

The two sides argued and the atmosphere became more tense.

"In my opinion, we should split into two groups!" Elder Chen spoke slowly, his deep voice echoing among the crowd, "One group will continue to contain the golden-robed envoy, and the other group will be responsible for finding the source of the hidden weapon launch and make sure to eliminate it!"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally agreed with Elder Chen's suggestion.

"I'll go find the source of the hidden weapons!" The gray-haired hunter volunteered. He squinted his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through everything. "I have a good nose, I will definitely find that guy who is hiding his head and showing his tail!" After saying that, he flashed and disappeared into the dense woods.

The gray-haired hunter moved through the woods like a ghost. Relying on his many years of experience in hunting in the mountains and forests, his keen nose kept twitching, and the faint smell of blood and a hint of fragrance lingering in the air could not escape his perception.

Soon, he found the girl in green who was about to launch a hidden weapon again behind a tall ancient tree.

The girl had a sinister smile on her face as she looked smugly at the chaos on the battlefield.

"I found you!" The gray-haired hunter sneered and jumped out of the shadows as fast as a nimble cheetah.

The girl in green was horrified. Before she could react, she was hit by a palm from the gray-haired hunter, and the hidden weapon in her hand flew out of her hand.

Li the Hunter and Zhao the Blacksmith who arrived shortly after also quickly joined the battle, and the three of them worked together to quickly subdue the girl in green. (End of this chapter)