Rise of the Otherworld.

Under the onslaught of a powerful enemy, the Zhenwang Sect's situation grew increasingly critical. Despite the disciples' valiant resistance, casualties mounted, and their defenses were gradually compressed. Smoke filled the battlefield, and the cries of battle were deafening. Lin Yu wielded his sword, each swing carrying a sharp force, attempting to break through the enemy's encirclement. But the enemy surged forward like a tide, overwhelming him with pressure.

His clothes were already stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. "Brothers, hold on!" Lin Yu shouted loudly, with a hint of fatigue and anxiety in his voice.

Just as everyone was on the verge of despair, a sudden cry of killing erupted from the distance. Like rolling thunder, it shattered the gloom and despair on the battlefield. A mysterious force descended from the sky, charging into the enemy camp from the flank. Each one clad in black armor and armed with sharp weapons, they moved swiftly and decisively.

"It's reinforcements! We're saved!" The disciples of the True King Sect shouted excitedly, a spark of hope rekindled in their tired eyes. Their morale instantly soared, and their resistance became more resolute.

Lin Yu was delighted and took this opportunity to lead his disciples in launching a more fierce counterattack. His sword stabbed out like lightning, and each strike was filled with the determination to kill. "For the True King Sect, kill!" His roar resounded through the sky.

It turned out that this mysterious reinforcement was led by a friend Lin Yu had met during a previous adventure. Upon hearing of the Zhenwang Sect's crisis, they had traveled a thousand miles to offer their assistance. The reinforcements were led by a young man named Murong Feng, awe-inspiring, spear-wielding figure, the tip of his spear flashing with a cold gleam. Behind him stood a group of well-trained warriors, their coordinated movements like a sharp knife, instantly disrupting the enemy's formation.

"Brother Lin, how are you?" Murong Feng shouted at Lin Yu. His voice was clearly audible in the chaotic battlefield, full of heroism and enthusiasm.

"Brother Murong, thank you for your help!" Lin Yu responded gratefully. His eyes flashed with excitement, and his heart was filled with gratitude to his friend.

With the help of reinforcements led by Murong Feng, the Zhenwang Sect gradually turned the tide of battle and began to push the enemy back. Murong Feng's spear, like a dragon, crushed the enemy wherever it struck. His warriors, undaunted, fought bravely, demonstrating their formidable fighting prowess.

However, the enemy did not give up easily. They reorganized their forces and tried to make a final struggle. An enemy general shouted loudly, inspiring the soldiers' fighting spirit.

"Everyone be careful, the enemy hasn't given up yet!" Lin Yu reminded everyone loudly. He watched the enemy's movements vigilantly, not daring to relax in the slightest.

At this moment, the magic woman exhausted the last of her magic power and cast a powerful forbidden spell. Suddenly, a huge light appeared in the sky, like a falling star, instantly enveloping a large number of enemy troops.

"Ah!" The enemy's screams came one after another, and they struggled painfully under the power of the spell.

The strong man showed no mercy, his punches became more and more ferocious, each punch accompanied by a whirring sound, and the enemy fled in panic. His body was covered with wounds, but his fighting spirit was undiminished.

After a fierce battle, the enemy finally gave up and began to flee in defeat, abandoning their armor and weapons and looking like a lost dog.

"Chase! Don't let them get away!" Lin Yu ordered. His voice was firm and decisive, full of the desire for victory.

The disciples of the True King Sect, along with their reinforcements, pursued the enemy. Their footsteps echoed through the valley like thunder. Along the way, countless enemy soldiers were killed or wounded, leaving behind a streak of corpses and discarded weapons.

After the battle, the entire Zhenwang Sect erupted in jubilation. Disciples embraced one another, leaping for joy and celebrating this hard-earned victory. Their faces beamed with joy and pride, their eyes sparkling with tears of excitement.

"Thanks to Brother Murong this time, the Zhenwang Sect owes you a big favor." Lin Yu said to Murong Feng. His voice was sincere and grateful, and he held Murong Feng's hand tightly.

"Brother Lin, you're too polite. There's no need to thank each other between friends," Murong Feng replied with a smile. His face was also filled with joy and relief, and he was happy to be able to help his friend.

Although the Zhenwang Sect had won, it had also suffered heavy losses. Many buildings within the sect were damaged, many disciples were injured, and supplies were exhausted. Lin Yu looked at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with worry.

"Next, we must hurry to repair the sect, take good care of the injured disciples, and replenish supplies." Lin Yu said.

"Master, we will definitely be able to overcome this difficulty and allow the Zhenwang Sect to rise again." Tang Feng said, his eyes full of determination.

In the days that followed, the Zhenwang Sect began the arduous task of reconstruction. The reinforcements led by Murong Feng also stayed to help, and together they gradually restored the Zhenwang Sect to its former vitality.

But at this moment, new challenges emerged before them.