Rise of the Otherworld.

As the evil forces approached, the atmosphere in the Zhenwang Sect reached a fever pitch. Lin Yu stood before the sect's main formation, his figure erect as a pine tree, his gaze stern as he gazed at the surging black waves ahead. His clothes rustled in the wind, and the longsword in his hand flashed with a cold light, as if eager for the baptism of battle.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!" He shouted loudly, his voice like a huge bell, stirring fearless courage in the hearts of every disciple of the Zhenwang Sect.

Instantly, shouts and cries of slaughter resounded. Evil forces surged like a tide, colliding with the True King Sect's defenses. A fierce clashing of metal and the roar of magic erupted. A bloody atmosphere instantly filled the air, and a brutal battle began.

Zhao Yu led the charge, his sword flashing coldly through the crowd like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness. Each swing was filled with resolve, blood splattering wherever the blade passed. "Zhen Wang Sect, never give up!" he roared, his voice filled with anger and determination. His eyes burned with a raging fire of war, and he held a single conviction: to fight for the honor of the sect and to protect his fellow disciples.

The sturdy boxer, skilled in boxing, was like an unshakable mountain, his fists swinging with the force of a tiger. Each punch contained a tremendous force, and if the enemy approached, he would be sent flying like a kite with a broken string. His roar echoed throughout the battlefield, "Come on, you bastards!" Sweat soaked his clothes, but his movements did not slow down in the slightest, but only became more courageous.

The sorceress chanted incantations continuously, her voice clear and resolute, a mysterious call from an ancient past. Powerful spells emanated from her hands. Flames roared like angry dragons, frost crystallized like cold crystals, and lightning darted like silver snakes. Flames, frost, and lightning intertwined, blasting through the enemy horde in a dazzling and deadly radiance. Her gaze was focused and determined. Though her strength steadily drained, her resolve remained unwavering.

The young man, with his uncanny agility, darted across the battlefield. He was as elusive as a ghost. Each time he appeared, he struck a fatal blow where his enemies least expected. His dagger gleamed coldly in the shadows, instantly scavenging his foes' lives. "Haha, you can't catch me!" His laughter carried a hint of frivolity, but more than that, it expressed contempt for his enemies.

Lin Yu personally participated in the battle. His swordsmanship was unparalleled, like a raging storm. Each strike was imbued with profound skill and exquisite technique. Wherever he struck, his enemies fell like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. His figure galloped across the battlefield like a descending god of war, inspiring endless confidence and courage in the disciples of the True King Sect.

However, the evil forces were numerous and well-trained. They continued to surge in like a black torrent, constantly attacking the Zhenwang Sect's defenses. The Zhenwang Sect gradually fell into trouble, and its disciples began to suffer casualties.

Some disciples were pierced through the chest by the enemy's swords, and their clothes were stained with blood, but they still gritted their teeth and fought hard to make a final blow; some disciples were hit by spells and fell to the ground, but they used their last strength to throw the weapons in their hands at the enemy.

"Hold on! We can't lose!" Lin Yu shouted to boost morale. His voice was a little hoarse, but full of strength. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but more of it was an unyielding fighting spirit.

At this moment, a master among the enemies suddenly rushed towards Lin Yu, trying to defeat him in one fell swoop and disrupt the command of the Zhenwang Sect. This master was tall and powerful, and the long sword in his hand emitted a frightening light.

Lin Yu was not afraid of danger and started a thrilling duel with this master. His eyes became extremely focused, and he held the sword tightly in his hand, and all the strength of his body was concentrated in this attack.

The two exchanged blows, stirring the air around them with overwhelming force. Swords and knives clashed, creating a sharp sound and sending sparks flying. Lin Yu's swordsmanship was agile and varied, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a snake spitting its tongue; while the other master's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Their battle entered a white-hot stage, with both sides using all their strength, vowing to kill the other. Can the Zhenwang Sect turn the tide in this difficult battle?