Rise of the Otherworld.

The temporary retreat of the enemy did not make the sect members feel relieved, but instead made the tense atmosphere even more solemn. Lin Yu stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the direction of the enemy's camp in the distance, his brows furrowed.

At this time, disagreements arose within the sect. Some elders believed they should send people to other friendly sects to seek assistance and unite their forces to resist the enemy. Other elders, however, felt that seeking assistance might lead to a huge debt of gratitude and even the loss of their own independence. They therefore advocated relying on their own strength to hold out.

In the sect's meeting hall, everyone was arguing fiercely.

"Asking for help is only a temporary measure. If we can rely on the power of friendly sects to repel the enemy and preserve the foundation of our own sect, what will a few favors matter?" An elder said excitedly, his face flushed with anxiety.

Another elder retorted, "Whether the Youzong sect is truly willing to help us is still unknown. If they have ulterior motives and want to take advantage of our misfortune, we will be in even greater danger."

Lin Yu listened quietly to the arguments of the crowd, and kept weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He knew that this decision was related to the life and death of the sect.

At this time, the headmaster looked at Lin Yu and asked, "Lin Yu, what do you think about this?"

Lin Yu took a deep breath and said slowly: "What the elders said makes sense. Although asking for help is risky, the enemy is now so powerful that we cannot hold on for long on our own. However, if we ask for help, we must carefully choose our allies to ensure that they are sincere in helping us."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

At this moment, a disciple came running and brought a shocking news: there was a mysterious master in the enemy army, who was said to have unfathomable skills and could fight against a hundred people alone.

This news made everyone feel even more depressed.

A trace of determination flashed in Lin Yu's eyes, and he said: "Master, I would like to lead a team of disciples to attack the enemy at night to test their strength. Perhaps it can provide more basis for our decision."

The headmaster hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

At night, Lin Yu took dozens of carefully selected disciples and quietly moved towards the enemy camp.

Along the way, they carefully avoided the enemy patrols. Lin Yu's heart was in his throat. He knew the danger of this operation, but for the sake of the sect, he had no hesitation.

Finally approaching the enemy camp, Lin Yu saw that the tents were brightly lit and heavily guarded.

He made a gesture, signaling his disciples to disperse.

One of the disciples accidentally stepped on a branch, which made a "crackling" sound and alerted the enemy guards.

"Enemy attack!" the guard shouted.

In an instant, the enemy camp was in chaos.

Lin Yu made a prompt decision and shouted, "Kill!"

They rushed into the camp like ghosts and engaged in a fierce fight with the enemy.

The sword in Lin Yu's hand shuttled like a dragon, and each sword was full of determination to kill. But the enemy troops were getting more and more, and they were gradually surrounded.

"Senior Brother Lin Yu, we can't get out!" shouted a disciple, his body covered in blood.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Fight to the death and fight for a chance of survival for the sect!"

Just when they were almost in despair, the leader arrived with reinforcements and rescued them from the predicament.

Back at the sect, everyone was exhausted.

Lin Yu looked at the headmaster and said firmly: "Headmaster, after this test, the enemy is indeed strong. I think we should ask for help."

The headmaster pondered for a moment and finally made a decision: "Okay, then send someone to ask for help from the friendly sect."

However, whether the journey to seek help will be smooth and whether the sect can survive this crisis remains unknown.