Rise of the Otherworld.

Led by Lin Yu, the Zhenwang Sect's troops set out in a mighty procession. The morning sun cast long shadows over them. Each of them wore a resolute expression. Despite the uncertain future, their eyes were filled with hope and determination. Those bright eyes seemed to burn with an eternal flame.

Along the way, everyone advanced cautiously. The mountain path was rugged and uneven, with a mixture of rocks and dirt beneath their feet, making it easy to slip. Lush trees lined the road, their branches intertwined to form a sea of ​​green. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled shadows that seemed to conceal countless dangers. Tang Feng walked at the front of the group, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, vigilantly observing the surroundings. He gripped his sword tightly, ready to deal with any enemy that might appear.

"Everyone be careful, there might be an ambush here," Tang Feng whispered. Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone on this quiet mountain road.

The atmosphere in the group suddenly grew tense, and the disciples tightened their grip on their weapons. Some gripped their swords, some clutched their staffs, and still others held their bows and arrows. Their hearts raced, their breathing quickened, but no one flinched, no one was afraid.

The sorceress softly chanted an incantation, casting a protective spell upon the group. Her voice was clear and melodious, like a mysterious ballad. Faint rays of light streamed from her staff, enveloping everyone and bringing a sense of security. The light, like a warm shield, gave everyone a sense of security.

The sturdy man who was good at boxing was carrying a huge battle axe and walking with big strides, muttering: "Hmph, what's the danger? I'll chop it down with an axe!" His face was full of confidence and heroism, as if nothing could stop him.

Lin Yu remained calm at all times, his eyes deep and firm, thinking about possible situations and countermeasures. His sword flashed coldly at his waist, as if waiting to kill the enemy for his master.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled past, stirring up a cloud of dust. The dust was like a yellow curtain, instantly obscuring everyone's vision.

"No, something's wrong!" Lin Yu shouted loudly. His voice was still clearly audible in the strong wind, full of majesty and vigilance.

A group of dark shadows suddenly emerged from the woods and rushed towards the team. They moved at an extremely fast speed, resembling ghosts, accompanied by bursts of low roars.

"It's a monster! Prepare to fight!" Tang Feng drew his sword and rushed towards the monster. His figure was like a flash of lightning, and he was instantly entangled with the monster.

Suddenly, shouts and cries of killing erupted. The disciples of the True King Sect engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters. Lin Yu unleashed his fierce swordsmanship, his sword like a dragon emerging from the sea, each strike accurately piercing the monster's vital points. With a flash of sword light, the monster's blood splattered everywhere. The magic woman continuously unleashed spells, and fire and frost exploded among the monsters, illuminating the entire battlefield with brilliant light. The strong man skilled in boxing was even more powerful. With a single swing of his giant axe, the monster fell with a dull sound.

The disciples did not retreat. They cooperated with each other, some attacked, some defended, showing the unity and courage of the Zhenwang Sect.

After a bitter battle, the monster was finally driven back. The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood, and everyone's body was covered with blood and sweat.

"Everyone, check your injuries and keep moving forward," Lin Yu said. His voice was tired but still firm.

The team continued to move forward, but little did they know that more dangers awaited them. The mountain road became steeper and steeper, and the weather became increasingly severe. Sometimes it rained heavily, and sometimes it was scorching hot.

As night fell, the team set up camp in a valley. The valley was silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects.

"Today is just the beginning. I'm afraid the road ahead will be even more difficult," Zhao Yu said worriedly. His face was filled with fatigue and worry, and his eyes revealed uncertainty about the future.

Lin Yu looked at the tired crowd and encouraged them, "Don't be discouraged, as long as we persist, we will definitely find the treasure. We are disciples of the Zhenwang Sect, and nothing can stop us!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if it injected a powerful force into everyone.

In the quiet night, everyone fell asleep with uneasiness, looking forward to the arrival of dawn. Their dreams were full of unknowns and challenges, but also a desire for victory.

Can they successfully find the treasure? What difficulties and obstacles will they encounter in the future?