Rise of the Otherworld.

After the battle, the True King Sect rested briefly in the camp. The air was thick with the scent of blood and exhaustion. Wounded disciples lay or sat, groaning softly as the sorcerer healed them. The sorcerer's expression was focused, her hands dancing continuously. A soft light flowed from her fingertips, slowly blending into the wounded's bodies, soothing their pain.

Tang Feng was busy counting the losses, his face grim, his pen scratching against the parchment. Every number he recorded felt like a hammer striking his heart. "Many weapons were damaged, and there are only a few elixirs left. This time the price was not small," Tang Feng muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

Lin Yu sat alone in a corner, leaning against a big tree, looking deep into the distance. His thoughts were like a tangled mess, intertwined with worries about the future and thoughts about the current situation.

"Master, although we won this time, we also exposed a lot of problems." Tang Feng walked to Lin Yu and said. His voice broke Lin Yu's meditation and brought a hint of heaviness.

Lin Yu nodded slightly, his expression serious and heavy: "Yes, our cooperation is not tacit enough, and we know too little about the enemy. In battle, we often fight alone and fail to form an effective combined force." His voice was low, as if he was blaming himself.

"The Black Wind Village is not easy to deal with. We have to come up with a foolproof plan." Tang Feng frowned, his eyes filled with anxiety. He knew the Black Wind Village's notoriety well. It was a place that people were terrified of, full of unknown dangers and powerful enemies.

At that moment, the magician approached. Her steps were light, yet tinged with fatigue. "Master, I think we should send someone to investigate the situation at Black Wind Village. Knowing both ourselves and our enemy is key to victory." Her voice was clear, yet it also carried a hint of worry.

Lin Yu thought for a moment, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two of them: "This is a good idea, but who should I send?" His eyes were full of hesitation. This decision was crucial. Once the wrong person was chosen, it might bring irreversible consequences.

A strong man who was good at boxing volunteered. He strode over, his muscles trembling slightly with his movements: "Master, let me go! I promise to complete the task!" His eyes were firm, full of confidence and determination.

Lin Yu looked at him with scrutiny and worry in his eyes: "This trip is full of dangers, are you sure?" His voice was low and serious, and he didn't want the strong man to fall into despair because of a momentary impulse.

The sturdy man patted his chest, making a thumping sound: "Don't worry, Sect Master, I will be careful and cautious. Even if I encounter danger, I can escape safely!" His voice was loud and full of heroic spirit.

Lin Yu was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, go quickly and come back quickly. Be sure to pay attention to safety. If you find that the situation is not right, retreat immediately."

The burly man responded and turned to leave. His back was firm and resolute, as if nothing could stop him.

After the strong man left, Lin Yu discussed countermeasures with Tang Feng and the magic woman.

"If Black Wind Village is strong, perhaps we can unite with other forces," the magician suggested. A glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes, hoping this solution could offer a glimmer of hope for the True King Sect.

Tang Feng shook his head, his face full of doubt: "In this strange place, it may be difficult to find a force that can sincerely unite with us. Most of those forces are for their own interests. Once the situation is unfavorable, they are likely to turn against us." His voice was full of helplessness and vigilance.

Lin Yu was silent for a moment, then said: "What Tang Feng said makes sense, but we can't give up this possibility. We still have to send people to inquire around to see if there are any forces willing to cooperate. At the same time, we must also strengthen our own strength." His eyes were firm, as if he had made up his mind to lead the Zhenwang Sect out of the predicament.

So, while waiting for the strong man's return, the True King Sect began their intense training. The disciples sweated profusely, diligently practicing under the scorching sun. Their figures shuttled across the training grounds, their sword techniques, boxing techniques, and magic intertwined to create a magnificent spectacle.

Some disciples gritted their teeth and waved their weapons again and again until their arms were so sore that they could not lift them; some disciples closed their eyes tightly, trying to comprehend the secrets of the spells, with beads of sweat on their foreheads sliding down their cheeks without them noticing; and some disciples formed groups of two to engage in actual combat, and every collision was full of strength and skill.

A few days later, the strong man finally came back. His clothes were ragged and his face was covered with dust, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

"Master, I got some important news!" The burly man looked excited, his voice trembling with excitement.

Everyone immediately gathered around, looking forward to the news he would bring.

What secrets lie within Black Wind Village? Can the True King Sect rise to the challenge that lies ahead?