Rise of the Otherworld.

Faced with the shadow's terrifying aura and ferocious appearance, Lin Yu and his disciples did not flinch. They gathered tightly together, their eyes meeting each other's, conveying determination and resolve. Everyone's breathing was slightly rapid, but the courage in their hearts was like a burning flame, burning brighter and brighter.

Lin Yu endured the pain, and the spiritual power in his body circulated frantically. In his meridians, the spiritual power surged like a surging river. His face turned red due to excessive exertion, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. He silently recited an ancient spell in his heart. The spell seemed to be a call from ancient times, carrying a mysterious and powerful power. As the spell was recited, the light on his body became stronger and stronger, and the light was like the dawn, piercing the darkness. A powerful force gradually gathered on his sword, and the sword body hummed, as if it was eager to clash with the enemy.

The disciples unleashed their final, ultimate moves, their eyes filled with determination. Some clasped their hands together, muttering something, and then giant ice spikes appeared before them, hurtling towards the shadow. Others bit their tongues, spurting blood. With their blood, they drew mysterious runes in the air, which shone brightly and transformed into powerful attacks. Still others erupted in flames, like a fire god descending to earth, condensing the flames into a ball and smashing it into the shadow.

Seeing this, the black shadow roared and lunged at the crowd. Its massive figure was like a dark cloud covering the sky, bringing endless fear. Black flames spewed from its mouth, and its eyes flashed with evil light.

"Kill!" Lin Yu shouted and rushed forward first. His figure was like a flash of lightning, colliding with the black shadow in an instant. His sword, with an unstoppable momentum, collided with the power of the black shadow. At that moment, time seemed to freeze and space seemed to shatter. There was only a loud "boom", and light and darkness intertwined, forming a huge energy vortex.

For a moment, light and darkness intertwined, and the entire passage trembled violently. Stones fell from the walls, and deep cracks appeared in the ground. The disciples' spells hurled themselves at the shadows like meteors, each attack imbued with their unyielding will. Their cries echoed throughout the passage, as if declaring war on fate.

Under the concerted attack of everyone, the shadow's power gradually weakened. Its movements became sluggish, and its once powerful aura began to become disordered. The darkness around it began to fade, revealing its true face, a face twisted and agonized.

"Now is the time, everyone, work harder!" Lin Yu saw the dawn of victory and encouraged everyone. His voice became hoarse due to fatigue, but it was full of strength.

The attacks intensified, pouring down on the shadow like a torrential rain. Finally, unable to hold on, the shadow let out a final, desperate roar, a voice filled with resentment and regret. Then, with a loud bang, his body collapsed, vanishing in a puff of black smoke.

As the shadows dissipated, the passage returned to calm. Lin Yu and his disciples collapsed to the ground exhausted, breathing heavily. Their clothes were tattered, their bodies covered with wounds and blood, but their faces were filled with the joy of victory.

"We did it..." Lin Yu murmured to himself, tears glistening in his eyes. They were tears of excitement, tears of victory.

After a brief rest, everyone stood up and continued on their way. A faint fragrance filled the passage, like the scent of victory. Their steps, though heavy, were determined. They wondered what challenges and opportunities awaited them ahead.

Maybe it's a more dangerous enemy, maybe it's a precious treasure, maybe it's the way back home. But no matter what it is, they are ready because they are a united and brave team.