Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu's arm was injured, and blood continued to ooze out. The bright red blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto the ground under his feet. But his fighting spirit became even higher, as if the pain had ignited a raging fire deep within him. He roared angrily, and the sound exploded on the battlefield like thunder. His sword skills suddenly changed, and his moves became more and more fierce, forcing the leader of the Black Wind Village to retreat repeatedly.

"Today I will kill you with my sword!" Lin Yu's eyes were red, and the rage burning in his eyes seemed to burn the enemy in front of him to ashes. Every sword he struck was filled with the determination to kill. The sword wind whistled, and the air was filled with a strong killing intent.

The village chief was startled, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He had not expected that Lin Yu would become even more courageous after being injured. His original advantage was gone at this moment, and his momentum was gradually suppressed. His breathing became rapid, and the big knife in his hand seemed to become heavy.

The disciples of the True King Sect were greatly encouraged by their leader's bravery. Like a sharp sword, Tang Feng's troops charged directly into the heart of Black Wind Village. Tang Feng was agile, his sword wielding the agility of a dragon, each swing taking the life of an enemy. "Brothers, follow me!" he shouted, his voice filled with heroism.

The sturdy boxer, not to be outdone, swung his massive arms like a raging storm. Each punch sent a whirring sound, leaving his enemies powerless to fight back. "I'll show you my power!" he roared, his expression ferocious and fierce. His body was stained with the blood of his enemies, like a god of war emerging from a pool of blood.

The sorcerer continued to cast powerful spells, providing powerful support to the crowd. Her face was pale, but her eyes were remarkably determined. Suddenly, flames shot up from Black Wind Village, consuming the enemy's tents and fortifications. Thunder and lightning clashed, and dazzling lightning spun through the enemy ranks like silver snakes, plunging them into a state of utter panic.

"Captain, we can't hold on any longer!" one of his men shouted in panic, his voice trembling with despair and fear.

The village chief's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "No retreat!" But his words were powerless to stop his men's rout. He knew the battle was over, but he refused to accept defeat. "Fight!" He brandished his sword in a final struggle.

However, the True King Sect's offensive was unstoppable, like a tidal wave. Their tacit coordination, interweaving sword techniques, fist techniques, and magic, formed an unstoppable force. The Black Wind Village's resistance gradually weakened, their defenses repeatedly breached, resulting in heavy casualties.

Finally, the village chief was stabbed in the vitals by Lin Yu's sword. His eyes widened, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body slowly fell to the ground. "The village chief is dead! Run!" Seeing that the village chief was dead, the people of Black Wind Village immediately lost their morale and fled in all directions. They were like dogs that had lost their homes, throwing away their armor and weapons, just hoping to save their lives.

"Don't let any of them go!" Lin Yu ordered loudly. His voice was firm and cold, and there was no room for hesitation.

The disciples of the True King Sect seized the opportunity to pursue the remaining enemies in Black Wind Village. They moved through the valley, sparing no enemy. Some of the enemies knelt and begged for mercy, but the disciples of the True King Sect showed no mercy. They showed no mercy to these evildoers.

After a fierce battle, Black Wind Village was completely annihilated. On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the once bustling battlefield became deadly silent. The ground was littered with corpses and broken weapons, and blood stained the earth red.

The disciples of the Zhenwang Sect were exhausted, some sitting and some lying down, breathing heavily, but their faces were filled with the joy of victory, a kind of pride and satisfaction that came from the heart.

"We won!" Cheers echoed through the valley. Filled with endless joy and excitement, their voices echoed through the valley, as if announcing their victory to the entire world.

Lin Yu looked at the mess on the ground and the wounds of the disciples, feeling a thousand emotions in his heart. He slowly walked to the middle of the disciples and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Everyone has worked hard. We have won this victory for the sect and for justice!" His eyes were full of gratitude and admiration.

This victory was a great honor for the Zhen Wang Sect, but they also paid a heavy price. Many disciples were injured, and some even left them forever. The Zhen Wang Sect needed time to recover and rebuild.

In the days that followed, the True King Sect began to deal with post-war affairs. The injured disciples received meticulous care, and the magic women devoted themselves to casting healing spells to help them recover as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, the sect began to clean up the battlefield, collect spoils, and replenish supplies.

However, after this battle, the reputation of the True King Sect spread throughout the region. Surrounding factions began to reconsider and pay attention to them. Some expressed friendship, hoping to establish a cooperative relationship with the True King Sect, while others, filled with jealousy and fear, secretly plotted.

How will the Zhenwang Sect develop next? Will they continue to expand their influence or consolidate their existing achievements? How will they deal with external challenges and internal conflicts?