Rise of the Otherworld.

A tense and solemn atmosphere permeated the True King Sect. Everyone knew that a crucial battle, crucial to the sect's survival, was imminent. The sky was thick with dark clouds, foreshadowing the coming storm.

Lin Yu stood high in the sect, overlooking the disciples busy preparing for battle, his mind full of thoughts. His eyes swept over every corner, every face filled with tension and anticipation. "Tang Feng, how is the defensive formation being arranged?" Lin Yu asked, his voice filled with a hint of urgency.

Tang Feng hurried over, his clothes drenched in sweat and his face caked with dust. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "Sect Master, the formation has been basically set up, but it needs further reinforcement. Especially at a few key points, more spiritual energy needs to be injected."

Lin Yu nodded slightly, "Make sure the formation can play the greatest role in the battle. Go and summon the disciples who are good at spiritual power control and concentrate their efforts to strengthen the formation."

The magician was guiding her disciples in practicing magic. Her expression was serious, and her voice was stern and clear. "Concentrate your mind and concentrate your spiritual power on the top of the staff! Imagine it burning like a flame, releasing powerful power." The disciples followed her instructions and tried hard. The light of magic flashed in the air from time to time.

A strong man who was good at boxing shouted loudly on the training ground, "Punch quickly, accurately and fiercely, without any hesitation! Treat the wooden stakes in front of you as enemies and smash them with your fists!" The disciples followed his rhythm, throwing punch after punch, with sweat pouring down like rain.

Zhao Yu busily dispatched supplies, ensuring that every disciple had ample provisions for the battle. He held a ledger in his hand, constantly calculating the distribution of supplies. "More pills here, more weapons over there."

The young man, with his strange movements, moved among the crowd, delivering the latest intelligence and instructions. His figure was like a ghost, difficult to catch.

"Master, according to the latest news, the enemy has set up camp fifty miles away from the sect and is expected to launch an attack in three days." The young man said, his breathing was rapid, obviously he had run all the way back.

Lin Yu's eyes were stern, and his expression became more serious. "Notify all disciples to speed up preparations. All preparations must be completed in the next two days."

At this tense moment, everyone in the sect was giving their all for the upcoming war. However, some new disciples were inevitably filled with fear and anxiety.

"Can I really survive this battle?" a young disciple asked in a trembling voice. His eyes were filled with confusion and fear, and the sword in his hand was shaking slightly.

"Don't be afraid! As long as we unite as one, we will surely defeat the enemy!" A senior disciple came over, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him. "Think of our sect, think of our fellow disciples. We cannot retreat."

Lin Yu also noticed the emotional fluctuations of the disciples. He gathered everyone, stood on the high platform, and said loudly: "Disciples of the True King Sect, we have come all the way and experienced countless hardships and obstacles, but we have never retreated. This time is no exception. For the honor of the sect and for our homeland, we must fight to the death! Behind us are our relatives, friends, and the place where we live. We have no way to retreat, only to move forward bravely!"

The disciples shouted in unison: "Fight to the death!" The sound resounded through the sky, shaking away the dark clouds above their heads.

At night, the lights were bright. The disciples, without rest, continued to diligently prepare. Some practiced their moves, some meditated to increase their spiritual power, and some checked their equipment.

A female disciple sat in a corner, silently weeping. She recalled the good times when she first joined the sect, and her heart was filled with reluctance and fear.

"Don't cry, junior sister. We will get through this together." The senior brother next to her comforted her.

"But, senior brother, I'm scared..." the female disciple sobbed.

"Don't be afraid, we are all here. As long as we work together, nothing can defeat us." The senior brother said firmly.

On the eve of the great war, the Zhenwang clan is united in purpose, but can they truly withstand the enemy's powerful offensive? The future is filled with uncertainty.