Rise of the Otherworld.

Two days passed in a flash, and the Zhenwang Sect welcomed the day of the great battle.

The sun had barely risen in the early morning, but its golden rays failed to dispel the heavy atmosphere. The clouds on the horizon were dyed orange-red, as if drenched in blood. In the distance, a dark mass of enemy troops surged toward the True King Sect like a tide, the earth trembling slightly under their footsteps. The rising dust obscured the sky, making it almost impossible to see their full form. All that was felt was a surge of pressure.

Lin Yu stood before the sect's main battle formation, with the True King Sect's disciples standing guard behind him. He gripped his sword tightly, its blade gleaming with a cold light, illuminating his resolute face. His eyes stared resolutely ahead, as if he could penetrate the billowing smoke and see the enemy's weaknesses.

"Brothers, for the True King Sect, for our dignity, let's fight to the death today!" Lin Yu shouted loudly, his voice full of determination. His voice echoed in the valley, stirring the hearts of every True King Sect disciple.

"Fight until death!" The disciples responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. Their voices were filled with anger and courage, as if they were willing to shatter the very world.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and finally, at a command, the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

For a moment, shouts of killing, the clash of weapons, and the roar of spells intertwined, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos. Blood splattered, and broken limbs were everywhere. Every moment, someone fell, and every moment, someone fought desperately.

The leader of Black Wind Village wielded his broadsword, its blade thick and heavy, each swing creating a whirring sound. Wherever he struck, disciples of the True King Sect retreated. Seeing this, Tang Feng stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Evil villain, stop your arrogance!" Tang Feng roared, his longsword meeting the leader's broadsword. The two instantly engaged in a fierce duel, with swords flashing and sparks flying.

The master of the Blood Shadow Tower lurked in the shadows, clad in a black robe, resembling a ghost. He periodically unleashed hidden weapons, which shimmered eerily in the sunlight, causing considerable trouble for the True King Sect disciples. The sorcerer focused her attention, chanting a powerful spell shield. The shield enveloped everyone like a transparent dome, and the hidden weapons clanged against it, making a clanging sound.

The master of Ghost Valley cast a spell, his hands dancing and muttering to himself. Strange rays of light flew from his hands, attempting to confuse the minds of the True King Sect's disciples. A strong man, skilled in boxing, broke through the spell with his unwavering will. His eyes blazed red as he charged at the master, roaring in anger. "Your magic! Don't try to deceive me!" His fists whirred as he engaged the master in a life-or-death struggle.

Zhao Yu directed his disciples from the rear, their battles in an orderly fashion. His voice was steady and powerful. "Here, strengthen the defense!" "Over there, organize a counterattack!" His gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, ensuring the front lines remained intact.

The young man, with his uncanny agility, darted across the battlefield, his figure like a ghost, elusive. He took advantage of the enemy's inattention to attack key figures. The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, and each strike accurately hit the target.

The battle was extremely fierce, and disciples of the Zhenwang Sect kept falling, but they did not retreat and continued to stubbornly resist the enemy's attack. Every disciple knew that this was for the survival of the sect and for their own honor.

Lin Yu charged left and right through the enemy lines, unstoppable. His swordsmanship was fierce, each strike carrying deadly force. His body was stained with blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was enemy blood or his own. But his eyes remained firm, and he had only one belief in his heart: to protect the True King Sect.

"Master, be careful!" a disciple shouted.

A cold arrow shot towards Lin Yu. The arrow was extremely fast and made a sharp sound of breaking through the air. At the critical moment, Lin Yu dodged sideways and slashed with his sword, killing the person who shot the arrow.

The situation on the battlefield is becoming increasingly tense. Can the Zhenwang Sect hold its ground in this brutal battle and repel the enemy? Everything is still unknown.