Rise of the Otherworld.

The movement of the light ball became more and more intense, and the strong pressure made everyone almost unstable. The air was filled with tension and fear, and every breath seemed so difficult. Lin Yu's face became more and more solemn. His eyes were fixed on the constantly flickering and trembling light ball, and his brain was working rapidly to think of a response strategy.

"Everyone, stay steady and don't panic!" Lin Yu shouted loudly. His voice was particularly firm in this chaotic situation. He tried to calm everyone's emotions. The voice seemed to have an invisible power, which made the originally panicked disciples calm down a little.

Yet, the pressure continued to mount, like an invisible mountain bearing down. Some disciples, unable to bear it any longer, knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. Their faces paled, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, dripping onto the ground and evaporating instantly.

"Master, this isn't a solution!" Xiaoyaozi said with difficulty. His voice was distorted by the pressure, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Lin Yu looked at the ball of light with a firm gaze, and secretly made a decision in his heart. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he was ready to die.

"I'm going to try to control this ball of light. You wait here!" Lin Yu said. His voice was not loud, but it was full of strength and determination.

"Master, it's too dangerous!" The disciples shouted in unison. Their voices were full of worry and reluctance, and they were unwilling to let Lin Yu take the risk.

But Lin Yu had made up his mind. He took a deep breath and walked towards the ball of light again. With every step forward, the pressure increased exponentially, as if countless hands were pulling at him, trying to drag him back. His steps became extremely heavy, and every time he lifted his body, he had to use all his strength.

Finally, Lin Yu approached the ball of light again. He stretched out his hands and tried to inject spiritual power into it to control this mysterious power. His hands trembled slightly, and spiritual power slowly flowed out like a thin thread.

The moment Lin Yu's spiritual power came into contact with the ball of light, a strong backlash came. It felt like being struck by thousands of lightning bolts at the same time. Lin Yu felt as if his whole body was electrocuted and in excruciating pain. His body trembled violently, and the muscles on his face twisted in pain.

But he gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and continued to increase his spiritual power output. His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if they were about to burst out from under his skin.

"Master!" everyone shouted anxiously from a distance. Their voices were filled with concern and worry, but they didn't dare to rush forward and could only stand by and worry.

At this time, Lin Yu had entered a state of selflessness. He had only one belief in his heart, that is, he must control the light ball and protect everyone's safety. He forgot his own pain and the possible dangers he might face, and devoted himself to the confrontation with the light ball.

With Lin Yu's persistence, the movement of the light ball seemed to have slowed down. The originally violent power seemed to begin to become docile, and the flashes of light were no longer so intense.

However, at this moment, a black light suddenly shot out from the light ball and rushed straight towards Lin Yu. The light was extremely fast, and Lin Yu had no time to dodge. He was hit by the light and his body flew backwards in an instant.

"Master!" Everyone screamed and rushed over. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if the world was collapsing at this moment.

Lin Yu fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His clothes were torn and covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

"I'm fine..." Lin Yu said weakly. His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but still full of determination.

Everyone gathered around Lin Yu, tears welling up in their eyes.

"Master, we can't lose you!" a disciple said crying.

Lin Yu raised his hand with difficulty, "Don't cry, we will definitely get through this crisis."

At this critical juncture of life and death, what choice should they make? Continue to fight against this mysterious ball of light, or find another way out?