Rise of the Otherworld.

As the resounding horn sounded closer, the Black Wind Village's men began to panic. Their initial arrogance was instantly extinguished, their attack rhythm becoming noticeably disordered, and a hint of unease lingered in their eyes. Their weapons were no longer as sharp as before, and their movements became hesitant and tentative.

Lin Yu keenly noticed this change. A resolute smile appeared on his blood-stained face, and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, work harder, the enemy is already guilty!" His voice was hoarse but full of power, like a war drum on the battlefield, inspiring the hearts of every disciple of the Zhenwang Sect.

The morale of the True King Sect disciples suddenly soared, their exhausted bodies seemingly infused with boundless strength. Tang Feng brandished his sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light in the moonlight, each swing laced with the determination to kill. "Kill!" he roared, his voice filled with a thirst for victory.

The magician no longer held back and cast her spell with all her might. Brilliant rays of light flew out from her hands, as bright as fireworks, posing a huge threat to the people of Black Wind Village.

At that moment, a team clad in silver armor rushed onto the battlefield like a whirlwind. Their armor gleamed silver in the moonlight, as if they were divine soldiers descended from the sky. Each of them was heroic and skilled in martial arts. Their measured steps and fierce gazes were chilling.

"It's the Silver Moon Guard!" Tang Feng shouted in surprise, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement.

It turned out that the Silver Moon Guards were an elite guard unit from a nearby city. Upon hearing of the True King Sect's plight, they had come to their aid. They maintained the city's law and order, and were renowned as symbols of justice and strength.

The leader of the Silver Moon Guards was a majestic middle-aged man, wielding a spear, its tip gleaming with a cold light. He shouted, "Evil thieves of Black Wind Village, today is your end!" With that, he led his men in a fierce attack on Black Wind Village. His agility and precision, each strike hitting the enemy's vital points, were truly astonishing.

With the support of the Silver Moon Guards, the True King Sect gradually turned the tide of battle. Initially at a disadvantage, they launched a counterattack, forcing the Black Wind Village's men into retreat, their casualties mounting. Their screams echoed through the night sky, their former arrogance and prestige now gone.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Seeing the dire situation, the leader of the Black Wind Village shouted the order to retreat. His face was filled with fear and despair, and his previous majesty was gone.

However, the True King Sect and the Silver Moon Guards would not let them go so easily. They launched a fierce pursuit, encircling and annihilating the remnants of the Black Wind Village. Lin Yu led the charge, his sword stained with the enemy's blood, his eyes burning with rage. Tang Feng followed closely behind, his swordplay becoming increasingly fierce, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe.

The magic woman continued to cast spells, providing cover and support for the pursuing team. The soldiers of the Silver Moon Guard were also ruthless, their spears and swords mercilessly harvesting the lives of the enemy.

Finally, the people of Black Wind Village were almost wiped out, with only a few escaping by chance.

Lin Yu looked at the people of Black Wind Village going away and finally breathed a sigh of relief. His body was shaky, as if he would fall down at any time. Tang Feng hurriedly supported him: "Master, are you okay?" His voice was full of concern and worry.

Lin Yu waved his hand with a tired smile on his face: "I'm fine, thanks to the Silver Moon Guard for arriving in time." His voice was weak, but his eyes were full of gratitude.

The leader of the Silver Moon Guard approached, his face brimming with the joy of victory. He smiled and said, "We've long heard of the bravery of the True King Sect, who bravely stood up for the weak. It's fate that we can fight together this time." His eyes were filled with admiration for the members of the True King Sect.

Lin Yu said gratefully: "If there is any need for the Zhenwang Sect in the future, I will definitely not refuse even if it means dying." His words were sincere and firm, and people could feel his determination.

After this fierce battle, the True King Sect suffered heavy losses. The camp was in ruins, and the groans of the wounded echoed endlessly. However, this was also a blessing in disguise, as they made powerful allies in the Silver Moon Guard.

In the days that followed, the True King Sect faced a difficult decision. On the one hand, they could leverage the power of the Silver Moon Guards, strike while the iron is hot, and wipe out the Black Wind Stronghold in one fell swoop, eliminating the threat once and for all. However, this would undoubtedly carry enormous risks, as the Black Wind Stronghold still held some strength and might have other plans. On the other hand, they could choose to recuperate on their own, regain their strength, and wait for a better opportunity. However, this would also raise concerns that the Black Wind Stronghold would rise again, threatening the True King Sect once again.

Lin Yu paced back and forth in the tent, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Tang Feng, the magic girl, and several other core disciples also looked solemn, thinking about the future direction.

"Master, I think we should make use of the power of the Silver Moon Guards and take advantage of their high morale to wipe out the Black Wind Village in one fell swoop." Tang Feng was the first to break the silence. His eyes were firm and full of fighting spirit.

The magic girl shook her head and said, "That's not right. We just went through a great battle. The disciples are exhausted and need time to recover. Besides, the Silver Moon Guards have their own duties and can't help us all the time."

What choice will the Zhenwang clan make? And what will their future hold?