Rise of the Otherworld.

The news brought back by the spies filled the True King Sect with a tense and heavy atmosphere. Night fell over the entire sect, and the moonlight, like water, could not dispel the gloom of the impending storm.

Lin Yu stood alone on the sect's watchtower, gazing at the dark mountains in the distance, his mind awash with thoughts. The evening breeze blew his clothes, making a rustling sound.

"Tang Feng, do you think we can survive this time?" Lin Yu's voice seemed a little vague in the wind, with a hint of imperceptible worry.

Tang Feng walked forward, his eyes also looking into the distance, and said firmly: "Master, as long as we unite as one, we will be able to defeat the enemy. The Zhenwang Sect has gone through ups and downs and has never fallen, and this time will be no exception." His voice was steady and powerful, as if it injected Lin Yu with a shot of adrenaline.

Lin Yu nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination: "Notify everyone and let them have a good rest and conserve their energy. Tomorrow will be a battle of life and death." Although his words were calm, the weight of them made people feel nervous.

In the disciples' room, Zhao Yu lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Moonlight streamed through the window onto his face, illuminating his furrowed brow. "Tomorrow, I'll show the enemy the power of the True King Sect!" He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, as if it were his only hope. He recalled his original intention in joining the True King Sect, the days of training and struggle together, and the fire in his heart burned even brighter.

A sturdy man skilled in boxing was still waving his fists in his sleep, muttering, "Hey! Ha!" His forehead was covered with sweat, as if he was at a critical moment in his boxing practice. In his dream, he was repelling the enemy with his unbeatable boxing skills, defending the dignity of his sect.

The magician sat quietly beside the bed, hands clasped together, silently praying. A gleam in her eyes, she vowed to use her magic to provide a safe haven for the sect. She gently stroked the staff in her hand, a symbol of her power and responsibility.

The young man with strange body movements tossed and turned on the bed, constantly practicing various body movement techniques in his mind, thinking about how to give the enemy a fatal blow as quickly as possible in battle.

At dawn, the entire Zhenwang Sect was silent, like the calm before a storm. The birds stopped singing, and the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Lin Yu got up early and checked the sect's defenses again. He carefully checked every node of the formation and the placement of every weapon, fearing that there would be any omissions. He prayed silently in his heart: "God bless, let the True King Sect survive this disaster."

The disciples also got up one after another. They silently sorted their equipment, their eyes determined and calm. No one spoke, and the air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

"Brothers, for the future of the True King Sect, let's fight!" Lin Yu shouted loudly. His voice echoed in the sect, breaking the silence.

The disciples responded one after another, their voices shaking the earth: "Let's fight! Let's fight!" Their voices were full of determination and courage, as if they could break through the clouds and reach the sky.

At this moment, a dark shadow appeared in the distant sky, like a dark cloud rolling in. The evil forces gradually approached, and the earth began to tremble slightly, which was the vibration brought by the enemy's footsteps.

The members of the True King Sect stood in full battle formation, weapons in hand, their eyes filled with determination and fearlessness. Their figures appeared exceptionally tall in the morning light.

This life-and-death battle is about to begin. Can the Zhenwang Sect survive this catastrophe? The future is full of unknowns and variables.