Rise of the Otherworld.

The evil spirits gathered again, and the aura of darkness became even thicker, as if to completely devour Lin Yu and the others. The darkness was like a substance, so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe. Every inch of space was filled with this endless evil. Lin Yu gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. His physical and spiritual power had been mostly depleted, but the determination in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. His once neat clothes were now torn and bloodstained, and the crisscross wounds were shocking, but his straight spine stood as unyielding as a mountain, exuding an indomitable will.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We will definitely make it through!" Lin Yu loudly encouraged his disciples. His voice echoed in this space filled with fear and despair, like a ray of hope, trying to dispel the haze in everyone's hearts.

The disciples responded in unison, their voices tinged with determination. Although there was still fear in their eyes, there was more trust in Lin Yu and a desire to survive. "Yes, Master! We will live and die with you!" They gripped their weapons tightly, their bodies trembling slightly from tension and fatigue. That trembling was not from cowardice, but from the extreme overdraft brought about by a long battle.

The evil spirits charged again, their speed faster and their power stronger. Like a black tide, they surged forward, carrying the momentum of destruction. Those twisted faces, those eyes burning with hatred, seemed to want to tear all the beauty in the world into pieces. Lin Yu gritted his teeth and rushed forward again. His figure shuttled through the evil spirits like a ghost, the sword in his hand flashing with cold light, and every attack exhausted all his strength.

His sword slashed through the bodies of the evil spirits, unable to completely destroy them, only temporarily repelling their attacks. However, the evil spirits were too numerous, and they continued to surge like a tide. He continued to suffer numerous new wounds, each one like a ferocious mouth, ruthlessly devouring his strength and will. But his eyes remained firm, showing no sign of retreat.

"Master, be careful!" a disciple exclaimed. His voice was filled with anxiety and worry. It seemed to stretch infinitely, ringing out with remarkable clarity amidst the chaotic battlefield.

Lin Yu dodged the attack of one evil spirit by leaning sideways, but was scratched on the back by another evil spirit. The sharp claws scratched his skin, bringing a burst of excruciating pain. His body trembled violently, and a painful expression appeared on his face, but it was instantly replaced by determination.

The pain made his body tremble slightly, but he endured it and continued to fight. Sweat mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground and instantly disappearing into the darkness. Every drop of sweat and blood seemed to bear witness to his tenacious will.

At this moment, Lin Yu suddenly discovered that the evil spirits' actions seemed to have a certain pattern. Although their attacks were fierce, there were some subtle rhythms and gaps in the seemingly disordered charge. This discovery made a flash of surprise in his tired eyes.

"Everyone, pay attention, there's a flaw in their attack!" Lin Yu shouted. His voice was a little hoarse from fatigue, but full of excitement and hope.

Upon hearing this, the disciples focused their attention. Their eyes were fixed on the evil spirits' movements, trying to find any flaws they could exploit. Everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme, not daring to make the slightest mistake.

"Attack on their left!" Lin Yu shouted. His eyes were like torches, tightly locking onto the weaknesses of the evil spirits.

The disciples launched their attacks without hesitation, their spiritual energy gathering into rays of light that shot towards the left side of the evil spirits. The light was dazzling, like shooting stars streaking across the dark night sky.

The evil spirits' formation instantly became chaotic, and some were caught off guard by the sudden attack. Their bodies twisted and dissipated in the light, and they let out shrill screams.

Lin Yu took the opportunity to lead his disciples in a counterattack. Their attacks were like a torrential downpour, forcing the evil spirits to retreat. Every swing of Lin Yu's sword was accompanied by an unstoppable momentum, repelling the evil spirits one by one. The disciples also displayed extraordinary strength, coordinating tacitly, and not giving the evil spirits any chance to breathe.

But the evil spirits did not give up. They readjusted their formation and launched a more fierce attack again. The dark power seemed endless, constantly attacking the defense line of Lin Yu and his disciples.

"Hold on, everyone!" Lin Yu shouted loudly, his voice a little hoarse.

Can they withstand this more frenzied attack from the evil spirits?