Rise of the Otherworld.

The Zhenwang Sect camp, enveloped in darkness, was filled with a suffocating tension amidst its silence. The cool moonlight shone like water on the ground, yet it could not dispel the heavy gloom. Lin Yu stood before the tent, his posture erect but his fatigue barely concealed. He gazed solemnly into the darkness, his mind awash with thoughts. The distant mountains loomed like a massive shadow in the night, seemingly threatening to engulf their tiny camp.

Tang Feng and his patrolling disciples moved cautiously around the camp, each step so light they were practically inaudible. Their steps were as light as a cat's, yet tinged with an undisguised heaviness. Their eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, their grips on their weapons tight, the grooves on their hilts drenched with sweat, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

The sorcerer remained relentless, standing in the center of the camp, maintaining a steady defensive spell. Her lips trembled slightly, and beads of sweat covered her forehead. These beads shone like pearls in the moonlight, each one imbued with the essence of her effort and perseverance. Her hands danced continuously, muttering to herself. Rays of light flew from her hands, merging into the surroundings of the camp, forming an invisible shield.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew through, rustling the branches. Leaves fluttered down like a sudden rain of leaves. Tang Feng's heart tightened, and he stopped, raising a hand to signal the disciples behind him to be on high alert.

"Everyone be careful!" Tang Feng said in a low voice. His voice trembled in the wind, as if it was torn apart by the sudden gust of wind.

However, this gust of wind was only a prelude. Immediately afterwards, a deep sound of footsteps could be heard from all around, growing closer and closer, as if a vast army were approaching. The footsteps were like drumbeats, each one striking heavily on everyone's heart.

"Oh no! It's the Black Wind Village!" a disciple shouted in fear. His voice became sharp with fear, piercing the brief silence.

Lin Yu turned around immediately after hearing the sound. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if burning with a blazing fire: "Don't panic, everyone, prepare to meet the enemy according to the previous deployment!" His voice was steady and powerful, injecting a sense of calmness into the panicked crowd.

Even so, everyone's heart was filled with tension and fear. After all, facing the powerful Black Wind Village, their strength seemed somewhat weak. The disciples of the True King Sect clenched their weapons, their heartbeats particularly clear in the silence.

The men from Black Wind Village gradually appeared in sight, torches in hand, illuminating the surrounding darkness. The flickering flames illuminated their hideous faces, making them appear even more terrifying. Their laughter and shouts blended together, like the howling of demons from hell.

"Listen up, people of the True King Sect! Surrender obediently, and perhaps you'll be spared!" the leader of the Black Wind Village shouted, his voice filled with arrogance and disdain. He rode atop a tall black horse, the long sword in his hand gleaming coldly in the firelight.

Lin Yu sneered: "Wishful thinking! Disciples of the Zhenwang Sect, even if we die today, we must defend the dignity of the sect!" His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the night sky.

After saying that, Lin Yu rushed out first, the sword in his hand flashing with cold light. His figure was like a flash of lightning, rushing into the enemy camp in an instant. Tang Feng and others followed closely behind, their shouts of killing resounding through the sky.

For a moment, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons resounded throughout the camp. Sparks flew, blood splattered, and men fell with every moment. The sorcerer cast spells continuously, fire, frost, and lightning flying from her hands, providing support for the disciples of the True King Sect. However, the Black Wind Village's forces were too numerous and too powerful, and the True King Sect gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Lin Yu was already wounded in many places, his clothes stained with blood, but he still fought bravely, not flinching. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, only firm belief and endless courage. Every sword he swung was filled with his anger and determination.

Tang Feng was also surrounded by enemies, in danger. His swordsmanship was already a little messy, and his breathing became rapid, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, not letting the enemy break through his defense.

Just when the Zhenwang Sect was about to collapse, a loud horn sounded in the distance. The horn sounded like the light of dawn, piercing the darkness and bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

"Is it reinforcements?" a disciple asked expectantly.

But at this moment, no one could be sure what the sound of the horn meant.

The people in Black Wind Village were also disrupted by the sudden sound of the horn, and their offensive slowed down slightly.

Lin Yu took the opportunity to shout loudly: "Brothers, hold on! We still have hope!"

The disciples of the Zhenwang Sect regained their spirits and fought hard to resist the attack of the Black Wind Village.

Where does this horn sound come from? Can the Zhenwang Sect use this opportunity to turn the tide of battle?