Rise of the Otherworld.

The battle grew increasingly fierce, and the casualties among the True King Sect disciples continued to mount, but their fighting spirit grew ever higher. In each of their eyes burned an unyielding fire, as if to burn the entire world to ashes.

The battle between Lin Yu and the leader of Black Wind Village reached a fever pitch. The leader's broadsword swung with a fierce force, each strike carrying a tremendous amount of power. The blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The leader's eyes widened, and the flesh on his face trembled with anger. "Lin Yu, today is your death!" His voice was like thunder, exploding across the battlefield.

Lin Yu's figure flashed, moving like a ghost amidst the blades. His steps were light and agile, and each movement was perfectly timed to evade the village chief's ferocious attacks. His eyes were calm and focused, and the sword in his hand was as cunning as a snake, occasionally stabbing at the village chief's weak spots. "Who will win is still to be seen!" Lin Yu responded, his voice full of determination and confidence.

Elsewhere, Tang Feng gradually gained the upper hand in his duel with the village chief. His swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, each strike carrying the force of a wind-shattering force. The village chief began to falter, his once confident expression turning into a panicked one. Tang Feng saw the perfect moment, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Now!" he shouted, and stabbed the village chief's right arm with his sword. The pain inflicted on the village chief, nearly causing him to drop his sword, his blade instantly becoming chaotic.

The battle between the magician and the owner of the Blood Shadow Tower was also a formidable one. The owner's hidden weapons pelted the magician like a meteor, some laced with poison, others with sharp barbs. The magician continuously cast a spell shield to resist. Her forehead was covered with sweat, her face pale, but her eyes were filled with determination. "You've held on this long, woman, but you're quite impressive. But today, you're doomed to fail at my hands!" the owner sneered, his voice filled with disdain and mockery.

The magic woman retorted: "Don't be so arrogant, watch me break your hidden weapon!" She waved the staff with both hands, muttering something, and a powerful magic light shot out from the top of the staff, knocking down the oncoming hidden weapons one after another.

The battle between the sturdy man, skilled in boxing, and the Ghost Valley Master was equally thrilling. Though the master's illusions were powerful, blurring the surrounding landscape into a hazy, illusory state, attempting to disrupt the sturdy man's mind, he remained undeterred by his unwavering willpower and immense strength. His muscles tensed, each punch packing immense force. "Your illusions are useless against me!" the sturdy man roared, his voice resembling a resounding bell. His fists rained down upon the Valley Master, whose defenses gradually crumbled under the relentless onslaught.

Zhao Yu was nervously directing the troops from the rear. His voice had grown hoarse, but he remained completely focused on directing his disciples' actions. His gaze swiftly swept across every corner of the battlefield, his command flag waving continuously. "Fill the gap on the left!" "Increase the attack on the right!" His voice, though hoarse, was filled with power, gradually bringing order to the chaotic battlefield.

The young man, with his uncanny agility, appeared and disappeared on the battlefield, his figure as elusive as a ghost. He used his agility and excellent stealth skills to repeatedly inflict critical blows on the enemy. His sudden appearances threw the enemy into panic.

In this life-or-death battle, the disciples of the True King Sect displayed unparalleled courage and tenacity. They coordinated and supported each other, and despite being wounded, no one retreated. However, the enemy forces were numerous and continued to surge forward, and the True King Sect gradually fell into trouble.

At that moment, a strange sound suddenly echoed from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a mysterious light streak across the sky, hurtling toward the battlefield. The light was dazzling, like a falling meteor. Within the light, a figure seemed to loom.

As the light approached the battlefield, everyone finally saw clearly that it was a mysterious old man. The old man was dressed in a white robe, with an immortal look. In his hand, he held an ancient staff, exuding a powerful aura.

"Who is this monster, so arrogant?!" the old man shouted loudly, his voice was like a huge bell, making everyone's ears buzz.

The enemy was frightened by the old man's momentum and stopped attacking for a moment.

Can the Zhenwang Sect use the old man's power to turn the tide of the war? The future is full of unknowns.