Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu led his disciples towards the back window of the tavern. The Shadow Cultists noticed their intention and stepped up their attacks to stop them. Their eyes were filled with madness and murderous intent, like a group of hungry wolves seeing their prey about to fall.

"Don't let them get away!" the Shadow Cultists shouted, their voices harsh and ferocious. They brandished their weapons with great vigor, their spiritual energy gleaming, and their attack became more and more fierce.

Lin Yu led the charge, wielding his sword to cut down several of the enemies who rushed ahead. His swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, and each strike carried a resolute momentum. His sword blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting streaks of cold light. The blood of his enemies splattered on his clothes, but he paid no heed, clearing a path for his disciples. "Hurry!" he shouted, his voice filled with urgency and encouragement.

The disciples followed closely behind, desperately resisting the attacks from all around. One disciple was accidentally scratched on the arm by an enemy weapon, the wound deep enough to reveal the bone, blood gushing out. But he endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and continued to charge forward, his eyes showing no sign of retreat.

Lin Yu jumped out of the back window first, and the moment he landed, he turned around to cover the disciples behind him. His posture was agile, like a cheetah, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time. The disciples jumped out of the window one after another and fell into the melee with the Shadow Cult members again.

At this time, Lin Yu found a narrow alley not far away, and perhaps he could use the terrain to get rid of the enemy. "Go that way!" He pointed to the alley, his voice firm and decisive.

The group rushed towards the alley, the Shadow Cultists hot on their heels. The alley was cluttered with debris: worn wooden boxes, baskets, and discarded tools were scattered in a chaotic manner, making movement difficult. They struggled to move through the narrow space, often tripping or getting scratched by the debris.

Suddenly, a high wall appeared ahead, blocking the way. "Master, what should we do?" a disciple asked anxiously, his voice tinged with despair and panic.

Lin Yu looked around and found a pile of wooden boxes nearby. "Build a human ladder and climb over!" He said decisively, with a determined look in his eyes.

The disciples quickly took action, helping each other climb the wall. One tall disciple crouched down, letting the others step on his shoulders and climb upwards. Just as the last disciple was about to reach the top, the Shadow Cultist caught up.

Lin Yu turned around and engaged in a desperate fight with the enemy. He swung his sword tightly and neutralized the enemy's attacks one by one. "Go!" He shouted loudly, his voice full of anger and determination.

Finally, all the disciples climbed up the high wall, and Lin Yu also got rid of the enemy at the critical moment and jumped onto the high wall. His breathing was rapid, his body was covered with sweat and blood, but his eyes remained firm.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they discovered that more Shadow Cultists had appeared in front of them. These cultists had already been waiting in full battle array, blocking their way.

"It seems that today will be a fierce battle." Lin Yu gritted his teeth, his eyes full of determination. He knew that this was a battle of life and death, and there was no way out.

"Brothers, let's fight for the True King Sect!" Lin Yu shouted.

The disciples responded in unison, their voices echoing through the alleyway, filled with fearless courage.

The battle started again, and Lin Yu and his disciples engaged in a fierce fight with the Shadow Cultists. Every moment was full of danger, and every move was a matter of life and death.

Can they break through the siege and return to the sect safely?