Rise of the Otherworld.

The battle between Lin Yu and the people led by Lingfeng Valley entered a white-hot stage. The air around them seemed to be distorted by their powerful spiritual power. The moonlight shone on them, reflecting their tense faces and sharp eyes.

The leader of the Spirit Wind Valley brandished a pair of short halberds in his hands. The blades flashed with cold light, and every swing brought a sharp whistling sound. His eyes were sinister, staring at Lin Yu intently, and he sneered, "Lin Yu, today is the day you die!" As he spoke, he took a step forward, and the two halberds stabbed at Lin Yu like poisonous snakes, as fast as lightning.

Lin Yu dodged sideways, swung his sword, and a stream of sword energy whistled out. The sword energy was as solid as a substance, drawing a silver trail in the air. "Who will win is still to be seen!" He gritted his teeth and responded, his eyes filled with determination and resoluteness. His clothes rustled in the wind, like an unyielding battle flag.

The two men fought back and forth, neither giving in. The Lingfenggu leader's moves became increasingly ferocious, his short spear creating gusts of wind, each strike imbued with immense power. Lin Yu's clothes swayed in the strong wind, his hair a bit disheveled, but his eyes remained fixed on his opponent, searching for an opportunity to strike back.

"Look at my ultimate move—the Shadow Soul Devouring Halberd!" The leader suddenly shouted, and a black mist surged from the double halberds. The mist seemed to have life, and it enveloped Lin Yu with its fangs and claws. The temperature around them dropped instantly, and people felt a biting cold.

Lin Yu's heart trembled. Feeling the evil power of the mist, he quickly mobilized all his spiritual power. His spiritual power surged through his meridians like a torrent, and his sword shone brightly, forming a brilliant shield. The shield radiated a warm light, forming a sharp contrast with the black mist.

"Bang!" The strong impact made Lin Yu take a few steps back, and his feet left two deep marks on the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red, but his eyes remained firm, with no intention of retreating.

"Master!" The disciples of the True King Sect exclaimed, their voices filled with worry and tension. Some of them clenched their weapons, eager to rush forward to help; others silently prayed for Lin Yu, hoping that he could defeat the enemy.

But Lin Yu did not retreat. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rushed forward again. "Even if I die, I will not let you succeed!" He roared, his voice full of anger and indomitable spirit. His sword shone even brighter, as if to illuminate the dark night sky.

The person headed by Lingfeng Valley also gradually felt the pressure increasing. He did not expect Lin Yu to be so tenacious. Cold sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

At this moment, Lin Yu discovered a flaw in the opponent. It was an extremely small moment, and the opponent's movement was slightly slow. Lin Yu thrust out his sword without hesitation. The sword streaked across the night sky like a meteor, heading directly for the opponent's chest.

The leader panicked and wanted to dodge but it was too late.

"Puff!" The sword pierced his body, and blood gushed out. He opened his eyes wide, filled with disbelief and despair. His body slowly fell to the ground, and the short spear in his hand also fell to the ground.

"The leader has been defeated! Run!" Seeing this, the other people in Spirit Wind Valley were thrown into disarray. Their original arrogance vanished in an instant, and they fled in all directions like dogs that had lost their homes.

The disciples of Zhenwang Sect wanted to give chase, but Lin Yu shouted: "Don't chase the desperate enemy, save the wounded first!" Although his voice was tired, it was still full of majesty.

After this fierce battle, the Zhenwang Sect emerged victorious, but at a heavy price. Blood and rubble littered the interior of the sect, and wounded disciples lay groaning on the ground.

Lin Yu looked at the mess on the ground and the injured disciples, his heart filled with grief and self-blame. He walked slowly in the ruins with heavy steps.

"This is not over yet. We must recover our strength as soon as possible to prevent further enemy attacks." Lin Yu said solemnly. His voice echoed in the silent night sky, making every disciple of the True King Sect feel the responsibility and mission.

Tang Feng came over and patted Lin Yu on the shoulder: "Master, we will get through this."

The magic girl also said: "Yes, as long as we unite as one, the True King Sect will surely rise again."

The strong man who was good at boxing shouted: "That's right, we are not afraid!"

Lin Yu nodded, and the flame of hope rekindled in his eyes: "Everyone, hurry up and rest, resume your training, and rebuild the True King Sect!"

In the days that followed, the disciples of the True King Sect toiled day and night. Tang Feng led some disciples in repairing the sect's buildings, while a female magician treated the injured disciples, and a strong man skilled in boxing urged the disciples to practice diligently.

However, just as the Zhenwang Sect was gradually recovering, a new crisis quietly arrived.