Rise of the Otherworld.

The arrival of that mysterious reinforcement instantly wiped out the advantage the True King Sect had just gained. The battlefield situation took another sharp turn for the worse, and the situation, which had been gradually clearing up, was once again shrouded in a thick haze. Worry and despair once again filled the faces of the True King Sect's disciples, and the flames of hope that had just been ignited seemed to be mercilessly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

Lin Yu frowned, his eyes fixed on the reinforcements. His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, but more of a firmness and calmness. "Don't panic, everyone, maintain formation!" He shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the noisy battlefield, trying to stabilize the morale of the troops. His figure shuttled through the crowd, constantly swinging his sword to kill the enemy, setting an example for his disciples with his actions.

However, the enemy reinforcements were truly formidable, well-trained and coordinated. Each attack was like a sharp dagger, piercing the True King Sect's defenses. The True King Sect's disciples were steadily defeated, suffering mounting casualties. The blood on the ground formed a stream, flowing beneath the crowd's feet.

"This isn't going to work!" Tang Feng said anxiously. He had several new wounds on his body, his clothes stained red with blood. But he still gritted his teeth, holding his position, and wielding his weapon non-stop.

Zhao Yu gritted his teeth, desperately resisting the enemy's attack, but he was also filled with helplessness. His swordsmanship had become somewhat chaotic, and his physical strength was gradually failing. "Am I really going to lose here?" he thought to himself, a glint of despair in his eyes.

Just when everyone was feeling hopeless, a loud horn sounded suddenly from afar. The sound seemed to come from the horizon, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"This is..." Lin Yu was startled and turned to look. He saw a team rushing towards the battlefield like a whirlwind, with flags fluttering and rustling in the wind. Leading the team was a heroic woman. She was dressed in a green dress, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and her eyes were full of determination and courage.

"It's Qingyun Sect's reinforcements!" a disciple shouted excitedly. The voice was filled with surprise and hope, as if seeing a ray of light in the darkness.

It turned out that when the Zhenwang Sect was in crisis, Lin Yu had received a response to the letter for help he had sent to the Qingyun Sect. The leader of the Qingyun Sect, knowing the principle of "the lips and the teeth are cold", did not hesitate to send elite disciples to support.

The Qingyun Sect disciples quickly joined the battle, like a surging torrent, instantly breaking up the enemy's formation. Fighting side by side with the Zhenwang Sect disciples, the situation gradually turned around.

"Friends of the True King Sect, we are here to lend you a helping hand!" the woman shouted. Her voice was clear and resonant, full of strength and encouragement.

Lin Yu was overjoyed, "Thank you Qingyunmen for your help!" His voice was full of gratitude.

With the support of Qingyun Sect, the morale of the disciples of Zhenwang Sect was greatly boosted, and they launched a fierce attack again. There was no longer fear and despair in their eyes, but instead a firm belief and desire for victory.

But the enemy did not give up easily, knowing that if they failed, the consequences would be disastrous. The battle was still fierce, with men falling every moment, and every moment was a test of life and death.

Lin Yu and the masters of Qingyun Sect rushed towards the enemy together. They cooperated tacitly and were unstoppable. Lin Yu's swordsmanship was sharp, and every move was full of determination to kill; the masters of Qingyun Sect used colorful spells, which put tremendous pressure on the enemy.

"Everyone, work harder, victory is just around the corner!" Lin Yu loudly encouraged everyone. His voice was like a war drum, inspiring everyone to move forward courageously.

On the battlefield, the shouts of killing, the clashing of weapons, and the roar of spells intertwined together, forming a tragic war song.

Can the Zhenwang Sect and Qingyun Sect completely defeat the enemy? The road ahead is still full of unknowns and challenges.