Rise of the Otherworld.

As soon as Lin Yu's shout fell, the black shadows rushed towards the people of the True King Sect like trapped beasts. In an instant, the air was filled with tension and murderous atmosphere.

Lin Yu bore the brunt of the attack, the sword in his hand radiating a dazzling light, like a blazing sun. His agile figure clashed fiercely with the dark figure in the foreground. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the valley, a sharp, piercing sound that seemed to pierce one's eardrums. With each collision, dazzling sparks flew, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy made the surrounding trees tremble, and leaves fluttered down.

"Everyone, be careful!" Lin Yu shouted to the disciples behind him while fighting the black shadow. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with determination. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, but it didn't affect his concentration or bravery in the slightest.

Not to be outdone, Tang Feng unleashed his most powerful sword technique, his blade swift as the wind, whistling and tearing through the air. Each strike carried the force of the wind, as if capable of severing mountains and rivers. He chanted aloud, his spiritual energy continuously pouring into the blade, causing it to emit a compelling light. He repelled the approaching shadows one by one, his roar resounding through the air: "Come on, you evildoers!"

The sorcerer, in the background, continuously cast spells, providing support. Her hands danced, chanting mysterious incantations. Brilliant, colorful beams of magic flew from her hands like fireworks. Some transformed into fireballs, smashing into the shadows; some into icy spikes, piercing their bodies; and some into lightning, striking them, causing considerable disruption.

The disciples of the True King Sect also united tightly, cooperating with one another to resist the shadow's attacks. Their eyes were filled with determination and courage, with no sign of retreat. Some disciples formed a sword formation, trapping the shadow within, while others healed their wounded companions to ensure the team's combat effectiveness.

However, the shadows' strength should not be underestimated. Their attacks grew increasingly ferocious, like a violent storm. Each attack carried a powerful spiritual force, gradually increasing the pressure on the True King Sect. The True King Sect disciples' clothes were ripped, wounds appeared on their bodies, and blood stained their clothes.

"We can't retreat! We shoulder justice and our mission!" Lin Yu shouted to encourage everyone. His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in everyone's ears and inspiring their fighting spirit deep in their hearts.

Encouraged by Lin Yu, the people of the True King Sect regained their spirits, with blazing fire in their eyes. Their attacks became more fierce, as if they wanted to pour all their anger into this battle.

One disciple seized the opportunity, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, broke through the shadows' defenses, and stabbed one of them in the back with his sword. The shadow screamed, fell to the ground, and dissipated in a puff of black smoke.

This victory greatly boosted everyone's confidence, and their shouts resounded throughout the valley: "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Their attacks became more and more fierce, like surging waves, one after another.

The shadows began to panic. Their eyes were no longer as fierce and confident as before, replaced by fear and despair. Their formation was also gradually disrupted, no longer as tight and orderly as before.

Lin Yu seized the opportunity and unleashed his unique skill. His entire body of spiritual energy surged, converging on the sword. The sword shone brightly, as if illuminating the entire valley. A powerful sword energy swept towards the shadows, crumbling the rocks and destroying the vegetation wherever it passed.

The shadows dodged one after another, but a few were hit by the sword energy and instantly turned into ashes. The remaining shadows, seeing that the situation was not good, tried to escape again.

"Don't let them escape!" Tang Feng shouted, leading his disciples to quickly surround them. They were like a large net, blocking all the black shadows' escape routes.

In the end, the True King Clan successfully subdued all the shadows. The valley was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Everyone was exhausted, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

"Quick, search them for any useful clues!" Lin Yu said. He was breathing heavily, but there was a hint of anticipation on his face.

The disciples searched the black shadow and found some mysterious letters and tokens. The words on the letters were obscure and difficult to understand, and the tokens were engraved with strange patterns.

Can these things help Zhenwangzong uncover the conspiracy behind it?