I walk sideways in the game world

As night fell, a crescent moon hung in the pitch-black sky. Thick fog filled the mountains and forests, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. On the mountain behind the Iron Palm Sect, hundreds of disciples, dressed in night clothes and holding sharp blades, gathered quietly, a murderous aura permeating the air.

Ren Xiaoyao, dressed in black, stood at the front of the team. His sharp eyes swept across the elite troops before him and he said in a deep voice, "This operation is related to our survival. We must act with caution and obey orders. There must be no mistakes!"

"Yes!" All the disciples responded in unison, their voices loud and resonant in the valley.

"Let's go!" Ren Xiaoyao waved his hand and took the lead to walk down the mountain.

Under the cover of darkness, the team quietly headed towards the Devil Flame Valley. Along the way, Xia Lin used her familiarity with the terrain to lead the team to cleverly avoid enemy patrol routes.

"Brother Xiaoyao, the Soul-Breaking Cliff is just ahead." Xia Lin pointed to the pitch-black cliffs ahead and whispered, "At the bottom of the cliff is the entrance to the Devil Flame Valley granary. There's only a narrow path for access, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack."

Ren Xiaoyao looked up and saw the Soul-Breaking Cliff towering into the clouds. The cliff was as smooth as a mirror, making it impossible to climb. He pondered for a moment, then turned to the disciples behind him and said, "Everyone, follow me!"

After saying this, Ren Xiaoyao leaped into the dense woods nearby. Seeing this, the other disciples followed him.

Xia Lin led Ren Xiaoyao and others through many twists and turns and finally arrived at a hidden cave.

"Brother Xiaoyao, look," Xia Lin said, pointing at the cave. "This secret passage leads directly to the bottom of the Soul-Breaking Cliff. I discovered it by accident a while ago."

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, he looked at Xia Lin with appreciation and said, "Well done!"

Everyone entered the cave and walked down the narrow passage. After about half an hour, they finally arrived at the bottom of the Soul-Breaking Cliff.

"The granary is ahead, everyone be careful!" Ren Xiaoyao said in a low voice.

Everyone walked lightly and, in the dim moonlight, slowly moved towards the granary.

Outside the granary, several disciples of the Demon Flame Valley were grilling and drinking around a campfire, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Seeing this, Ren Xiaoyao curled his lips into a sneer, took out a black cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Xia Lin beside him.

"This is……"

"Shh..." Ren Xiaoyao made a gesture to silence the others, "Proceed as planned."

Xia Lin took the cloth bag, nodded, and turned to walk towards the granary...

Xia Lin crouched low, taking advantage of the cover of darkness to quietly approach the granary. After confirming that no one was watching, she pulled a tinderbox from her bag and lit the fuse. The hissing flames illuminated her determined face. After doing all this, she quickly retreated and returned to Ren Xiaoyao, whispering, "Brother Xiaoyao, it's done."

Ren Xiaoyao nodded slightly and made a gesture. The disciples lurking in the shadows understood his intention and emerged from all corners, launching a fierce attack on the defenseless enemy guards.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Screams pierced the night air, and the once silent granary was thrown into chaos. Before the guards could react, a deafening explosion echoed through the valley. Blazes shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky red, and thick smoke, mixed with the smell of burning, filled the air.

"Come on!"

Following Ren Xiaoyao's command, the Iron Palm Sect disciples who were lying in ambush on the Soul-Breaking Cliff rushed into the enemy camp like tigers descending from the mountains. Armed with swords and knives, they were unstoppable and killed the panicked enemy troops by surprise.

The leader of the Iron Palm Sect led the charge, his palms flying and unleashing overwhelming power. Wherever he went, the enemy fell to the ground. While he fought tooth and nail, he shouted, "Brothers, kill! Avenge our fallen compatriots!"

The morale of the Iron Palm Sect's disciples was greatly boosted, their shouts shook the sky, and together with Ren Xiaoyao's team, they attacked the enemy from both inside and outside, defeating the enemy army.

The burning granary reflected the chaotic battlefield, where screams, shouts, and the sounds of weapons clashing were intertwined, forming a tragic picture of war.

"Damn it! Who is so bold as to launch a surprise attack on my Demon Flame Valley?"

A roar echoed from afar, and a burly figure wearing black armor and holding a long sword, carrying a strong murderous aura, rushed towards Ren Xiaoyao. This person was Murong Lie, the master of the Demon Flame Valley, nicknamed "Black Demon Rakshasa."

Murong Lie was furious, his eyes red. He had never imagined that someone would dare to run wild on his territory and even burn his food supplies!

"Brother Xiaoyao, no! It's Murong Lie! Let's retreat quickly!" Xia Lin recognized the person at a glance and reminded anxiously.

Ren Xiaoyao's face was solemn. He knew Murong Lie's strength was unfathomable and he was no ordinary person. He made a quick decision and ordered, "Everyone retreat! Quickly!"

The crowd did not dare to neglect their efforts, fighting and retreating towards the Cliff of Broken Souls. The leader of the Iron Palm Sect stayed behind, desperately resisting the enemy's pursuit.

"Want to run? Not so easy!" Murong Lie sneered, and with lightning speed, he caught up with Ren Xiaoyao and his group in an instant. He swung his long sword, bringing with it gusts of strong wind. Wherever he passed, no one could stop him.

The leader of the Iron Palm Sect was the first to be hit. He was chopped away by Murong Lie's sword, spitting blood and falling to the ground, his life or death unknown.

"Master!" The disciples of the Iron Palm Sect were filled with grief and anger, but no one dared to step forward to stop Murong Lie.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what should we do? We are surrounded!" Xia Lin looked at the increasing number of disciples from the Demon Flame Valley around her, feeling extremely anxious.

Ren Xiaoyao looked around and found that they were trapped. Enemies were densely packed on all sides, full of murderous intent, and they were about to be surrounded.

"Let's fight!" A trace of determination flashed in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes. He knew that he might not be able to escape death today, but he would never sit and wait for death.

He drew out his long sword, the sword body emitted a cold light, and a sharp sword intent rose into the sky.

"Want to kill me? Come on!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, waving his sword and killing the enemy who was rushing towards him.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, let alone against the elite troops of the Demon Flame Valley. Although Ren Xiaoyao is a powerful martial artist, he gradually feels powerless in the face of so many enemies.

Just as he was about to collapse, Xia Lin suddenly grabbed his sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Brother Xiaoyao..."

Xia Lin whispered something quickly in Ren Xiaoyao's ear. Her voice was soft, but her tone was remarkably firm, like a flash of lightning in the dark night, illuminating the hope in Ren Xiaoyao's heart.

"Brother Xiaoyao, we can't just fight head-on! Murong Lie is well prepared, and we've fallen into his trap!" Xia Lin's tone was tinged with anxiety, but she quickly calmed down and continued, "Do you remember the way we came here? That valley path, while rugged and difficult to navigate, is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's our best retreat route!"

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes lit up when he heard that, but he quickly frowned again: "But, that path can only accommodate one person, and there are so many of us..."

"Believe me, Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin interrupted Ren Xiaoyao and pointed to a dense forest in the distance. "We can pretend to retreat first, lure Murong Lie into the dense forest, and then..."

Xia Lin leaned close to Ren Xiaoyao's ear and told him her plan in detail. After listening, Ren Xiaoyao showed a surprised expression on his face. He looked at Xia Lin with his eyes full of appreciation and admiration.

"Okay! We'll do as you say!" Ren Xiaoyao made a prompt decision and gave the order, "Everyone, listen up! Retreat! Break out towards the dense forest!"

After saying that, Ren Xiaoyao took the lead in retreating, and everyone followed closely behind him, breaking out towards the dense forest.

Seeing Ren Xiaoyao and the others trying to escape, Murong Lie sneered, "Want to run? Dream on!"

He waved his hand and led the disciples of the Demon Flame Valley to chase after them like a tide.

Ren Xiaoyao and others fought and retreated. They seemed to be in a panic, but in fact they retreated towards the dense forest in an orderly manner.

When Murong Lie saw Ren Xiaoyao and others fleeing in panic, he was overjoyed, thinking that victory was in sight. He relaxed his vigilance and led a large army into the dense forest.

"Brother Xiaoyao, it's now!" Xia Lin's voice sounded in Ren Xiaoyao's ears.