Rise of the Otherworld.

The True King Sect quickly assembled and rushed non-stop towards the attacked village. Along the way, the wind whistled in their ears, and everyone's heart felt as heavy as if a huge rock was weighing down. They knew that every second of delay could mean the loss of more innocent lives.

Upon arriving at the village, the scene before them filled them with grief and indignation. The once peaceful and tranquil village had been reduced to ruins, with collapsed houses and shattered walls scattered everywhere. A raging fire burned relentlessly, sending plumes of black smoke rising into the sky, seemingly threatening to engulf the land. The villagers' cries and cries for help echoed in the air, piercing their hearts like sharp blades.

Lin Yu immediately directed everyone to launch a rescue: "Act in groups, look for survivors, and put out the fire!" His voice was firm and powerful, pointing everyone in the direction in the chaos.

The disciples sprang into action, like a well-trained army. Some rushed into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation, their figures looming in the flames, risking their lives to search for survivors. Others cast spells, chanting incantations and waving their hands, streams of water gushing from their hands and hurling themselves at the raging flames.

Tang Feng laboriously searched the ruins, his clothes torn and his face caked with dust. Suddenly, he heard a faint cry for help. Following the sound, he discovered an injured old man trapped beneath a collapsed house. He rushed over, exerting all his strength to lift the heavy wooden beam and carry the old man out of danger. Then, he quickly pulled a healing pill from his pocket and fed it to the old man, using his spiritual power to heal him.

"Old man, who attacked you?" Tang Feng asked anxiously, his eyes full of anxiety and anger.

The old man said weakly: "It was a group of people in black. They were cruel and killed anyone they saw. I escaped by hiding in a water tank." The old man's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of fear and sadness.

The magician also found some clues on the other side. There were some strange footprints on the ground, deep in the mud, which showed that these people were quite heavy. There was also some black powder that gave off a strange smell.

"Master, could this be related to that evil organization?" the magic woman asked, her brows furrowed, her heart full of doubts.

Lin Yu looked at these clues, pondered for a moment and said: "It is very likely, but it is not certain yet. Let's settle the villagers first."

After some effort, the fire was finally put out and the survivors were gathered together. Some of them had lost their loved ones, some were seriously injured, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

Lin Yu calmed the villagers' emotions: "Don't worry, the Zhenwang Sect will definitely seek justice for you. We will not let the murderer go unpunished, and we will definitely let you rebuild your homes." His voice was gentle and firm, bringing a glimmer of hope to the villagers.

However, at this moment, a disciple came running to report: "Master, it's bad, several more villages have been attacked!"

"Damn it!" Lin Yu angrily punched the tree next to him, causing the trunk to shake violently and leaves to fall.

"Master, what should we do?" Tang Feng asked, his eyes also full of anxiety.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked around at the tired but determined disciples and said, "Divide into several teams and go to the rescue separately. We must find clues about the mastermind as soon as possible! Even if there is a glimmer of hope, we can't give up!"

The members of the Zhenwang Sect set out on their journey again, their figures appearing particularly determined in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Can the members of the Zhenwang Sect find the key clues during the rescue and uncover the mastermind behind the scenes?