Rise of the Otherworld.

The powerful spiritual energy surged like a surging wave, sweeping towards the Shadow Cult. Wherever the spiritual energy passed, the air seemed to be distorted, making a sizzling sound. The Shadow Cult members panicked and tried to resist, but their resistance seemed insignificant in the face of such overwhelming force.

"Ah!" Accompanied by screams, many Shadow Cult members were instantly knocked away, spitting blood, and fell heavily to the ground. Their bodies twitched, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Seeing this, the Shadow Cult leader's face darkened, his eyes practically blazing with fire. "Everyone, attack together! Don't let her scare you!" Yet, a hint of fear lingered in his trembling voice. Despite his attempts to boost morale, he unconsciously took a few steps back.

A mysterious woman leaped lightly onto the battlefield, her form like a fluttering butterfly, graceful yet brimming with deadly menace. Her flute transformed into a razor-sharp sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light. Her sword strikes were fierce, each stroke imbued with immense power. Her form was graceful, her movements fluid, as she weaved through enemies with ease. Each swing of her sword ignited a brilliant radiance, like fireworks bursting forth in the darkness.

Lin Yu and the True King Sect disciples also seized the opportunity to launch an attack, coordinating with the mysterious woman. For a moment, shouts of killing shook the heavens, and the anger and fighting spirit in the True King Sect disciples were completely ignited. Their moves became increasingly ferocious, vowing to annihilate these evil Shadow Cult members.

"Damn it!" the Shadow Cult leader roared, his eyes red as he desperately lunged at the mysterious woman with all his might. The weapon in his hand gleamed with a black light, carrying an evil aura.

The mysterious woman's lips curled slightly, a flicker of contempt in her eyes. She dodged his attack with a flicker of her hand, like a willow catkin in the wind. Then, with a backhand strike so swift it was impossible to follow. The blade pierced the Shadow Cult leader's shoulder with unerring precision, sending blood gushing out.

"This is impossible!" The Shadow Cult leader stumbled back, clutching his wound. He stared at the mysterious woman in disbelief, his heart filled with shock and fear. He had never imagined himself in such a state of disgrace in front of a stranger.

Faced with the mysterious woman's immense power, the Shadow Cult gradually collapsed and began to flee in all directions. Like dogs that had lost their home, they no longer possessed their previous arrogance.

"Don't let them get away!" Lin Yu shouted, his voice filled with anger. The disciples of the True King Sect gave chase, not wanting to let any enemy go and making the Shadow Cult pay for their actions.

After the battle, the battlefield was in a mess. Lin Yu walked towards the mysterious woman, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "Thank you for your help, young lady. May I know your name?" His eyes were full of gratitude and admiration.

The mysterious woman smiled slightly, like a blooming spring flower, "My name is Su Yao, I just saw injustice." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a clear spring in the mountains.

Lin Yu said: "No matter what, the young lady's great kindness will be remembered by the Zhenwang Sect. If the young lady needs you in the future, the Zhenwang Sect will definitely do its best." His expression was sincere and firm.

Su Yao looked at the unconscious disciples of Zhenwang Sect and said, "It's more important to save them first." There was a hint of concern in her eyes.

Everyone returned to the Zhenwang Sect. The unconscious disciple gradually regained consciousness after treatment. The room was filled with the aroma of herbs, and doctors were busy moving around.

However, after this setback, the Zhenwang Sect was severely damaged. Many buildings were damaged, and many disciples were killed or injured.

Lin Yu stood in the sect's square, looking at the devastated scene, his heart filled with worry. "Tang Feng, we must restore the sect's strength as soon as possible to prevent the Shadow Cult from attacking again." His voice was heavy and tired.

Tang Feng nodded, "Master, I understand. But we are currently short of resources, and reconstruction work is very difficult." His brows were furrowed, and his face was full of worry.

Just then, Su Yao came over and said, "Maybe I can help."

Can the Zhenwang Sect regain its strength with the help of Su Yao and deal with the threat of the Shadow Cult?