Rise of the Otherworld.

Upon learning of the impending evil attack, the entire True King Sect quickly entered a state of war preparation. Within the meeting hall, the atmosphere was solemn and tense, as if even the air itself had grown heavy.

Lin Yu summoned the core members of the sect to discuss countermeasures in the meeting hall. He sat at the head of the group, his expression serious, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness.

"This time the evil forces are coming with great force, and we must be fully prepared." Lin Yu's face was solemn, and his eyes swept over the crowd. His voice was low and powerful, and it rang clearly in the quiet hall.

Tang Feng said: "Master, we have strengthened the sect's defenses, but the opponent's strength is unknown, which is still worrying." His brows were furrowed, and the worry on his face was obvious.

An elder suggested: "Why not send out spies to find out the other party's background first." He stroked his beard, his eyes flashing with thought.

Lin Yu nodded: "This plan is feasible, but we must be careful and not let the other party notice it." There was a hint of caution and expectation in his eyes.

Soon, the spies were dispatched. Dressed in black, they quietly left the True King Sect and disappeared into the night.

At the same time, the disciples in the sect were also intensifying their training.

Zhao Yu practiced swordplay alone in the woods. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a shadow on him. His sword flickered, each stroke imbued with fierce momentum. His eyes were focused and determined, with a single thought in mind: "I must contribute to the sect this time!" He vowed silently, sweat dripping down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground and disappearing in an instant.

A strong man skilled in boxing was training his strength in the gravity chamber. The heavy pressure made every breath difficult, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Every punch was accompanied by a roar, as if he wanted to release all his strength. Sweat soaked his clothes, but he was unaware.

In the quiet courtyard, the sorcerer closed her eyes, waved her hands, and muttered something. The elemental forces around her gathered in response to her incantation, forming a dazzling array of colors. She constantly experimented with new spell combinations, striving to unleash even greater power in battle.

The young man, with his strange movements, darted quickly along the winding path, his figure as elusive as a ghost. He would sometimes stop suddenly, sometimes turn sharply, constantly challenging the limits of his speed and reaction.

In the warehouse, the disciples in charge of supplies carefully counted the elixirs and weapons, ensuring they would be available in time for battle. Their expressions were serious and focused, and the ledgers in their hands rustled with the sound of a clatter.

In the martial arts training ground, Lin Yu personally guided his disciples in their training and taught them combat skills and experience.

"Remember, stay calm and cooperate with each other during the battle." His voice was firm and powerful, and every word struck the disciples' hearts like a hammer. He personally demonstrated the moves, his movements smooth and powerful, leaving the disciples stunned.

The spies finally returned with shocking news.

"Master, the evil force has a large number of people and is commanded by experts. They also seem to be equipped with powerful magic weapons and siege equipment." The spy said breathlessly, his face full of fatigue and fear.

Lin Yu took a deep breath, his eyes becoming more determined: "No matter what, we can't retreat. The honor and dignity of the Zhenwang Sect cannot be violated. We must use our courage and strength to defend the sect!"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Defend the sect!" The sound resounded through the sky, full of determination and courage.

Can the Zhenwang Sect withstand the attacks of the evil forces? Everything is still unknown.