Rise of the Otherworld.

Faced with the unreasonable demands of the powerful sect, the entire True King Sect united in hatred and resolved to resist. Sunlight streamed down the True King Sect square, but it couldn't dispel the gloom that enveloped everyone's hearts.

Lin Yu stood in the newly restored square, his posture as straight as a pine tree. His eyes were firm and sharp. He said loudly to the many disciples: "Since the founding of the Zhenwang Sect, we have never bowed to evil forces. This time is no exception! We must defend the dignity of the sect with our strength!" His voice was passionate and powerful, echoing over the square like a battle horn. The disciples were excited, and determination was written on their young and energetic faces. They shouted in unison: "Defend dignity!" The sound was deafening and reached the sky.

Tang Feng quickly organized his defenses, his gaze focused and calm. He meticulously analyzed the sect's terrain, arranging his disciples to stand sentry at key locations throughout the sect, setting traps and defensive formations. "Everyone, be extremely alert and don't miss a single detail!" Tang Feng shouted, his voice thick with urgency.

The magician wasted no time training a new batch of students, her expression serious and earnest. "Concentrate your minds, feel the flow of spiritual energy, and gather your strength!" Her instructions echoed across the training grounds.

A strong man skilled in boxing led his sturdy disciples in training day and night. Their sweat poured down like rain, their muscles tensed, and every punch was accompanied by a whirring sound. "Brothers, keep going! For the sect, for our honor!" The strong man's shout resounded through the sky, inspiring everyone.

Lin Yu himself also practiced in seclusion, trying to break through his own realm. In the secret room, surrounded by rich spiritual energy, his brows were furrowed, and the meridians in his body were under tremendous pressure. But the belief in his heart never wavered: "I must succeed, for the True King Sect!"

Meanwhile, the powerful sect wasn't idle either. They sent an envoy to the True King Sect once again, attempting to coerce or bribe them. The envoy rode a majestic horse, followed by a team of guards, and walked into the True King Sect with a haughty air.

"Lin Yu, as long as you surrender obediently, the sect leader said that he can guarantee you wealth and glory." The messenger's voice was sharp and arrogant, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Lin Yu sneered: "Go back and tell your sect leader that the Zhenwang Sect would rather die in glory than live in disgrace! We will never succumb to power!" His voice was as cold as ice, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

The messenger's face changed. He had not expected Zhen Wangzong to be so resolute. He flicked his sleeves and left: "Humph, wait and you will regret it!"

As time passed, the looming threat of war grew thicker. A tense atmosphere permeated the True King Sect, as everyone made final preparations for the impending battle. But each one's eyes were filled with determination, knowing that this was a battle for the sect's honor and dignity.

One day, the sect's alarm suddenly sounded. "Enemy attack!" the disciple on lookout shouted. His voice was filled with panic and fear, but he managed to remain calm.

The mighty sect's army surged forward like a tide, their flags fluttering, their armor gleaming, their footsteps shaking the very earth. Their momentum was so fierce that it seemed they were ready to engulf the True King Sect in one fell swoop.

Tang Feng immediately ordered his disciples to take up their battle positions. His voice was steady and decisive: "Everyone, take your positions. Don't panic!"

The magician led the disciples in casting spells. Fireballs, icicles, and lightning bolts flew towards the enemy. The magic light illuminated the sky, illuminating the disciples' resolute faces.

The strong man led the charge, charging into the enemy camp. His punches were powerful, each one carrying a tremendous force. "Come on, you bastards!" he roared, beating the enemy to the ground.

Lin Yu also rushed out of seclusion and joined the battle. His sword moves were sharp, like a dragon emerging from the sea. Wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another. Blood stained his clothes, but his eyes became more determined.

However, the enemy was outnumbered, and the Zhen Wang Sect gradually fell into trouble. The enemy's attacks came like a storm, and the disciples of the Zhen Wang Sect began to suffer casualties.

"Everyone, don't give up!" Lin Yu shouted to boost morale. His voice echoed across the battlefield, bringing a glimmer of hope to the disciples.

"Let's fight for the Zhenwang Sect!" An injured disciple shouted and rushed towards the enemy again.

At this critical moment, can the Zhenwang Sect turn the tide of battle?