Rise of the Otherworld.

The True King Sect marched towards Black Wind Village in a mighty procession, their morale high. The sun shone upon them, their armor gleaming with a dazzling radiance. Lin Yu, riding atop a white steed, stood tall and straight, his expression solemn, his mind constantly pondering the possible variables. His hands, gripping the reins with a slight sweat, his gaze fixed firmly on the Black Wind Village hidden within the forest.

When they arrived at the gate of Black Wind Village, the guards immediately became alert. On the tall walls, the guards stood in formation, their eyes filled with vigilance and hostility.

"Who are you?" the guard shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the valley with a bit of arrogance and intimidation.

Lin Yu responded loudly: "The True King Sect has come to punish you evil villains! Today is your doom!" His voice was loud and firm, full of the power of justice. With his order, the True King Sect disciples behind him shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sky.

The magician took the lead, her hands dancing and her voice muttering. A mist instantly enveloped the gates of Black Wind Village. The fog was so thick it felt like a substance, instantly blinding the guards. A sturdy man skilled in boxing led a group of disciples, charging towards the village gate like tigers. Their footsteps resonated like thunder, shaking the earth.

The guards of Black Wind Village put up a frantic fight, but gradually lost their strength under the fierce attacks of the True King Sect. The strong man's fists were like hammers, each blow carrying a tremendous force, knocking the guards to the ground.

Inside the village, the leader of Black Wind Village heard the commotion outside. His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He snorted coldly and strode out.

"Hmph, Zhen Wang Zong, you are courting death!" The village chief shouted, brandishing his broad sword. The blade flashed with a cold light. The village chief's momentum was like a tiger emerging from the mountains, terrifying.

Seeing this, Lin Yu rushed forward with his sword, engaging the village chief in a fierce duel. The two men clashed swords, sparks flying, and the air around them seemed to be distorted by their momentum. Lin Yu's swordsmanship was sharp, each strike aimed directly at the village chief's vital points; the village chief's knife skills were fierce, each strike carrying the force of the wind. Their figures intertwined on the battlefield, making it a dazzling sight.

The flanking team led by Tang Feng also successfully broke through the defense of Black Wind Village and started a desperate fight with the enemies inside. Tang Feng led the charge, his sword flashing among the crowd, and wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another.

"Kill!" The shouts of killing were deafening, and every disciple of the True King Sect bravely fought the enemy. Their hearts were filled with the pursuit of justice and loyalty to the sect, and no one backed down.

However, Black Wind Village was not weak after all. They relied on their familiarity with the terrain and the traps they had laid beforehand to cause considerable trouble to the True King Sect. The roads in the village were narrow and winding, so the True King Sect disciples had to be cautious when attacking to avoid falling into traps.

A disciple of the True King Sect accidentally stepped into a trap and was pierced through the leg by a sharp wooden stake, screaming in agony. "Be careful of the trap!" his companions shouted, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the sounds of fierce fighting.

But the battle intensified, and casualties mounted. The bodies of the True King Sect disciples were stained with blood, both their own and the enemy's. Yet, they refused to retreat, forging ahead courageously.

Seeing this, the sorcerer increased her spell output. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her face pale, but she persisted. Rays of light shot towards the enemies of Black Wind Village, some struck and instantly fell to the ground; others, enveloped by the light, became sluggish. The sorcerer's spells relieved the pressure on the True King Sect, allowing them a moment's respite.

At this moment, the leader of the Black Wind Village seized the opportunity and slashed at Lin Yu with a knife. Lin Yu was unable to dodge and his arm was scratched. The blood instantly dyed his sleeve red.

"Master!" the disciples exclaimed, their eyes filled with worry and anger.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth and continued to fight with the village chief regardless of the pain. His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn the village chief to ashes.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, shouts of killing and screams intertwined. Can the Zhenwang Sect win in this tragic battle?