Rise of the Otherworld.

When Lin Yu learned that his intelligence-gathering disciple had disappeared, his worries intensified. His brows knitted tightly into a "川" shape, his eyes revealing deep worry and firm determination.

"Tang Feng, we can't slack off in training here. I'll go find the whereabouts of the missing disciples." Lin Yu said decisively. His voice was steady and powerful, as if giving people an invisible sense of security.

Tang Feng nodded and said, "Don't worry, Sect Master, I'll be here for you." His eyes were full of trust and support. He held the sword tightly in his hand, as if assuring Lin Yu that he would protect the sect.

Lin Yu, along with several trusted disciples, followed the last clues of the missing disciples. Along the way, they were cautious and alert to the dangers that might appear around them. The road under their feet was rugged and uneven. The trees on both sides were tall and gloomy. The branches and leaves swayed in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if telling an ominous omen.

Lin Yu and his group came to a gloomy forest. The fog was so thick that they could hardly see their hands in front of them. Every step forward was full of unknowns and dangers.

"Everyone be careful, there might be an ambush here." Lin Yu said in a low voice. His voice seemed a little dull in the mist, but it was clearly heard by every trusted disciple.

As soon as he finished speaking, strange noises suddenly rang out from all around him. The sound was like the roar from hell, sending chills down one's spine. Dark shadows suddenly emerged from the woods, like ghosts, and pounced towards them.

Lin Yu drew his sword to meet the enemy, its blade gleaming coldly in the mist. His eyes were fierce, and every movement was clean, sharp, and full of power. "You've come just in time! Today, I will make sure you never return!" He roared, his voice filled with anger and fearlessness.

The trusted disciples also unleashed their unique skills. For a moment, various lights flickered in the mist as they engaged in a fierce battle with the shadows. The air was filled with fluctuations of spiritual energy and the clamor of battle.

However, these shadows were powerful and numerous. Their attacks were tricky and vicious, and their coordination was so tacit that Lin Yu and the others gradually fell into trouble.

A trusted disciple was accidentally struck by the shadow and fell to the ground. "Brother!" the other disciples cried out in grief, their voices filled with pain and anger. They attacked even more fiercely, seeking revenge for the injured disciple.

Lin Yu was extremely anxious, but he remained calm. His brain was working rapidly, analyzing the attack patterns and weaknesses of the shadows. While fighting, he observed the surrounding situation, looking for an opportunity to break through.

At this moment, Lin Yu discovered the attack pattern of the shadows. They always launched a feint attack from the left first, and then launched the real attack from the right. "Everyone concentrate your strength and attack the left side!" Lin Yu shouted loudly, his voice full of decisiveness and confidence.

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered their spiritual energy and launched a fierce attack towards the left. The powerful spiritual energy impact was like a surging torrent, instantly disrupting the formation of the black shadows.

Lin Yu took the opportunity to lead everyone out of the encirclement. "Don't fight to the death, retreat first!" Lin Yu shouted. His figure shuttled through the fog, opening a retreat route for the disciples.

The group fought and retreated, finally freeing themselves from the shadows. However, everyone was wounded to varying degrees, and exhaustion and frustration spread throughout the group.

But the whereabouts of the missing disciples are still unknown. How should the Zhenwang Sect deal with these successive crises?