Rise of the Otherworld.

The appearance of the mysterious old man plunged the entire battlefield into a brief silence. Everyone's attention was focused on this old man, who seemed like a divine warrior sent from heaven. He exuded an awe-inspiring and powerful aura, as if he could control life and death.

Lin Yu looked at the old man, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "Thank you for your help, senior." His voice was full of gratitude and respect, his body leaned forward slightly, and his attitude was extremely sincere.

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield. The blood and broken limbs all over the ground made him snort coldly: "How dare this bunch of rabble act so presumptuously here!" His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, with an unquestionable majesty.

With that, the old man swung his staff, and a powerful beam of light instantly shot towards the enemy. The light was as dazzling as the sun, and wherever it passed, the enemy soldiers fell down screaming. A huge gap suddenly appeared in the previously dense enemy formation. The soldiers watched in horror, their previously arrogant arrogance instantly extinguished.

The leader of the Black Wind Village was horrified upon seeing this. His expression turned extremely grim, but he was unwilling to accept defeat. He roared, "Who are you? How dare you ruin our plans!" His voice trembled slightly, but he still managed to put on a fierce look.

The old man glanced at him with disdain, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant. "Do you think you are worthy of knowing my name?" The old man's voice was calm and indifferent, but it made the village chief feel a deep chill rising from his heart.

The village chief was intimidated by the old man's aura, but unwilling to retreat, he gritted his teeth and swung his sword at the old man again. His movements were swift and fierce, with a final touch of determination.

The old man took his time, dodging the blow with a gentle, graceful movement, as if performing a beautiful dance. With a swipe of his staff, he sent the village chief flying dozens of meters. He fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, and his sword flew out of his hand.

Seeing the situation was dire, the Blood Shadow Tower Master and the Ghost Valley Master exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with fear and panic. They tried to seize the opportunity to escape, their figures flashing and transforming into two dark shadows, sprinting off into the distance.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!" the old man shouted, forming hand seals. A massive magic circle appeared out of thin air. The circle shimmered with mysterious light, and runes swirled, trapping the building owner and the valley master within. They struggled desperately, trying to break free from the circle's constraints, but it was all in vain.

Seeing this scene, the morale of the disciples of Zhenwang Sect was boosted and they launched a fierce counterattack.

"Kill!" Tang Feng shouted, his voice full of strength and determination. He led his disciples to charge at the enemy, their eyes no longer filled with fear, only the rage of revenge.

The magician also cast an even more powerful spell, a brilliant light bursting from her staff. Fire, frost, and lightning intertwined like a dazzling fireworks display, yet with deadly force, assisting the crowd in their attack.

The strong man who was good at boxing was even more powerful. His fists were like hammers, and each punch was accompanied by a whirring sound. The enemies in front of him were like paper, vulnerable to a single blow. His punches hit the flesh and made the enemy flee in panic.

Zhao Yu excitedly commanded from the rear: "Don't let any enemy go!" His voice became a little hoarse with excitement, and the command flag in his hand kept waving.

The young man, with his strange movements, took the opportunity to weave through the enemy ranks, his figure as elusive as a ghost. The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, and every appearance was accompanied by the enemy's screams, reaping their lives.

With the old man's help, the True King Sect gradually gained the upper hand, and the enemy began to collapse. They abandoned their armor and weapons and fled in all directions, no longer showing their previous arrogance.

"Don't let them run away!" Lin Yu shouted loudly, his voice full of anger and murderous intent.

However, some enemy troops still managed to escape, desperately trying to flee this horrible place like stray dogs.

After the battle, the Zhenwang Sect was in ruins. Buildings collapsed, smoke filled the air, and the ground was strewn with blood and corpses. The disciples sat exhausted on the ground, panting heavily, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

Lin Yu thanked the old man again: "Senior, if it weren't for your help, the Zhenwang Sect might have..." There was a hint of emotion and fear in his voice.

The old man waved his hand: "You're welcome. I just can't stand what these evil forces are doing." His eyes were deep and distant, as if he saw through everything in the world.

Lin Yu asked curiously: "Senior, I wonder why you are here?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "I have traveled all over the world and have seen injustice along the way."

"So what are your plans next, senior?" Lin Yu asked.

The old man looked up at the sky and said, "The world is so big, and I have to go somewhere. You guys take care of yourselves." After saying that, the old man's figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

What is the origin of this old man? What impact will his appearance have on the True King Sect? Can the True King Sect rise completely with this victory?