Rise of the Otherworld.

The news brought by the spies caused panic in the Zhenwang Sect, and fear and anxiety spread among the disciples. But Lin Yu knew that retreating at this moment would only lead the sect into an irretrievable situation. Only a desperate battle would give them a glimmer of hope.

"Tang Feng, gather all the resources in the sect and distribute them to the disciples so that they can exert their strongest strength in the battle." Lin Yu ordered decisively, his eyes firm and resolute, as if burning with a raging flame of war.

Tang Feng sprang into action, his figure moving through the sect, methodically organizing the allocation of resources. The entire True King Sect was bustling with activity. The warehouse doors flung open, and crates of elixirs and magical treasures were unloaded and distributed to each disciple. Everyone's face was filled with solemnity and tension as they made final preparations for the impending fierce battle.

Zhao Yu led a group of disciples, practicing formations day and night, hoping to unleash unexpected effects in battle. In the empty training grounds, they repeatedly practiced variations of the formation, their clothes drenched in sweat, but their movements never faltered. "Everyone, watch your steps! Maintain formation!" Zhao Yu shouted, his voice hoarse, but his eyes brimming with anticipation and determination.

The magician and the sturdy boxer were also busy, constantly training, striving to push their limits. In the quiet valley, the magician closed her eyes and muttered something. The elemental forces around her converged with her incantation, forming a brilliant halo. The sturdy boxer punched a massive rock repeatedly, each blow accompanied by a whistling sound, and deep fist marks gradually appeared on the rock.

A young man with uncanny agility shuttled through the sect, delivering messages and instructions. His figure was ghostly, elusive. "The defenses here have been reinforced!" "The elixirs have been distributed to every disciple!" His voice was crisp and rapid, adding a touch of energy to the intense preparations for battle.

Lin Yu personally supervised the reinforcement of the fortifications. He personally checked every stone and every spell to ensure that there was no mistake. He stroked the cold city wall with his hands and prayed silently in his heart: "Zhen Wang Zong, you must survive this."

Finally, the mysterious force appeared at the gate of the Zhenwang Sect. It was dark and overwhelming, like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky, making it hard to breathe.

"Lin Yu, today is the day when your Zhenwang Sect will be destroyed!" The leader of the mysterious force shouted loudly, his voice full of arrogance and disdain.

Lin Yu stood in front of the sect's formation and responded coldly: "As long as I am here, you can't set foot in the Zhenwang Sect!" His figure looked particularly tall and straight in the sun, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light.

A fierce clash erupted between the two sides. Magical radiance shone, like dazzling fireworks bursting across the sky. The clash of swords rang out incessantly, each collision sending forth dazzling sparks. The disciples of the True King Sect, fearless and fearless, engaged the enemy in a desperate struggle. Their cries of killing were deafening, as if venting all the fear and rage they harbored.

The formation Zhao Yu led was effective, temporarily trapping many enemies. They dashed left and right within the formation, unable to escape. "Hold on! Don't let them escape!" Zhao Yu shouted, his face covered in sweat, but his eyes brimming with excitement.

The sorceress unleashed a powerful spell. Fire, ice, and lightning intertwined, forming a massive vortex that drew the enemy in. Her face paled, but she held the staff in her hand. "I'll show you how powerful I am!" she gritted her teeth.

The sturdy man, skilled in boxing, charged into the enemy ranks like a raging lion, his blows striking flesh after flesh. Each of his punches carried overwhelming force, and the enemies before him fell like paper. "Haha, come on, you cowards!" His laughter echoed across the battlefield, inspiring every disciple of the True King Sect.

The young man, with his uncanny agility, harassed the enemy from behind, leaving them unable to manage both ends. Like a ghost, he appeared where the enemy least expected him, delivering a fatal blow. "Want to catch me? Not so easy!" His voice was playful, but the dagger in his hand was merciless.

Lin Yu led the charge, engaging the mysterious leader in a thrilling duel. Each of their moves brimmed with immense power, sending the air buzzing with vibrations. Lin Yu's swordsmanship was fierce, like a raging storm; the leader's moves were bizarre and impossible to defend against. The two engaged in a fierce battle, seemingly left alone in the world.

Can the Zhenwang Sect create a miracle in this almost hopeless battle? Everything is still unknown.