Rise of the Otherworld.

The battle between the True King Sect and the coalition forces intensified, with both sides locked in a bitter stalemate. The cries of killing and the clashing of weapons intertwined, deafening. The air was thick with the stench of blood, making one almost nauseous.

Lin Yu led the charge, charging into the enemy lines. His sword swung with swift, flashing shadows, each strike imbued with immense force, forcing the enemy to retreat. His clothes were stained with blood, his face splattered with the enemy's blood, but his gaze grew fiercer, as if blazing with the flames of battle. "You scoundrels, today is your doom!" he roared, his voice resonating like thunder across the battlefield.

"Everyone, follow the master closely. Kill!" Tang Feng shouted loudly, leading his disciples to closely follow Lin Yu, forming a powerful attack force. Their figures shuttled through the enemy formation, like a sharp knife, ruthlessly piercing the enemy's heart. Tang Feng's swordsmanship was sharp, and each sword was filled with the determination to kill. His face was full of determination and indomitable spirit.

The sorcerer chanted incantations, intensifying the power of her spells. Brilliant beams of magical light blazed through the enemy horde, inflicting immense damage. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her face pale, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, casting her spells. "I'll show you my power!" she cried, her staff blazing with light, and a sea of ​​fire instantly spread across the enemy horde.

A sturdy boxer, skilled in boxing, charged forward like a god of war, his fists breaking bones and tendons wherever they struck. His eyes glowed red, his muscles bulged, and each punch carried an overwhelming momentum. "Hahaha, come on, you cowards!" His laughter echoed across the battlefield, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.

Zhao Yu anxiously directed the rear operations, ensuring the timely and accurate deployment of supplies and personnel. His voice was hoarse, but he continued to shout, waving his command flag. "Over here, quickly restock weapons!" "Over there, quickly carry the wounded down for treatment!" His eyes were focused and tense, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

The young man, with his uncanny agility, darted back and forth across the battlefield, delivering crucial intelligence and instructions. His presence was ghostly, elusive. "Oh no! The enemy has reinforcements!" the young man suddenly shouted, his voice filled with anxiety.

I saw another group of enemy reinforcements coming from a distance, with great momentum, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the Zhenwang Sect.

Lin Yu frowned, thinking quickly about countermeasures. "We can't retreat, we must make a lasting effort!" Lin Yu shouted loudly, his voice full of determination. His eyes swept over the disciples around him, "Brothers, for the True King Sect, fight!"

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly rang out from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a giant bird descending from the sky. A mysterious old man stood on its back. The old man, dressed in a white robe, had an air of immortality and a piercing gaze.

"Young men of the True King Sect, don't panic. I'm here to help you!" The old man's voice was loud and full of energy. He waved his hand, and a powerful magical light descended from the sky, instantly repelling the enemy reinforcements.

The morale of the True King Sect disciples was greatly boosted, and they seized the opportunity to launch an even more fierce attack. "Kill!" Their cries of killing shook the sky, as if they were about to tear the heavens and the earth apart.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the coalition forces finally began to collapse and flee in all directions. They abandoned their weapons and armor, looking utterly miserable, and no longer had the arrogance they had before.

"Chase! Don't let any of them go!" Lin Yu shouted. His voice was full of murderous intent, and he led his disciples to chase the enemy.

On the battlefield, the disciples of the Zhenwang Sect were like tigers descending from the mountains, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing enemy. Their hearts were filled with anger and a desire for revenge, and every one of them wished to annihilate the enemy.

After a fierce pursuit, the enemy was almost wiped out, with only a few remnants escaping.

In this battle, the Zhenwang Sect won a decisive victory.

However, the Zhenwang Sect also paid a heavy price, with many disciples injured and some even losing their lives. The sect's buildings were once again destroyed, and its resources were greatly depleted.

After the battle, the Zhenwang Sect was in ruins. Exhausted, the disciples sat on the ground, some bandaging their wounds, others silently weeping.

Lin Yu looked at all this, his heart filled with grief and emotion. "Brothers, we have won, but this victory was hard-won. We must remember those comrades who sacrificed their lives and rebuild our Zhenwang Sect." His voice was low and hoarse, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Next, how should the Zhenwang Sect recover and develop? The road ahead is still full of challenges and difficulties.