Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu slowly pushed open the door of the temple, and a rotten smell hit him in the face. The smell was like an ancient tomb that had not been ventilated for thousands of years, mixed with the smell of damp soil and rotten wood, which was nauseating. In the darkness, the eerie laughter became clearer, as if mocking their reckless intrusion. The laughter echoed in the empty temple, like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into everyone's heart, making people shudder.

"Everyone be careful, don't disperse." Lin Yu said in a low voice and stepped in first. His footsteps were very light, and every step was cautious, as if there was thin ice under his feet, and he would fall into the endless abyss if he was not careful. The sword in his hand was tightly grasped, and the sword body flashed with a faint light, like a lonely star in the darkness.

The disciples followed closely behind, gripping their weapons even tighter. Their breathing was rapid, and their heartbeats were remarkably clear in the silence, like rapid drumbeats, each beat pounding their taut nerves. A thick fog filled the temple. It seemed alive, slowly flowing, sometimes gathering into strange shapes, then dissipating without a trace, obstructing vision and allowing only a few steps in front of them to be seen.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed over everyone's heads, bringing with it a gust of cool wind. The shadow was extremely fast, like a flash of black lightning, leaving behind only a gloomy aura that sent chills down people's spines.

"What the hell!" a disciple cried out in terror, his voice trembling with fear. The sound echoed in the temple, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

"Quiet!" Lin Yu shouted. Although his voice was stern, he could not hide the tension in his heart. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, gathered into a drop at his chin, and then dripped to the ground and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

At this moment, eerie footsteps could be heard all around. The footsteps were chaotic and disorganized, as if countless invisible entities were approaching. Every step seemed to tread on everyone's heart, making their nerves tense to the extreme. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were right next to their ears, but the figure could not be seen, making people feel extremely depressed and terrified.

"Master, this..." Xiaoyaozi's voice trembled. His eyes kept searching in the mist, but he could see nothing. His hands were tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and his knuckles were white from the force.

Lin Yu frowned, trying to identify the source of the sound. His ears pricked up, listening attentively to every slight movement. At this moment, a pale hand stretched out from the mist. The hand was slender and shriveled, with sharp nails like hooks, flashing a strange light, and grabbed a disciple.

"Be careful!" Lin Yu swung his sword, and the blade cut through the air with a "whoosh" sound. The hand instantly retracted and disappeared into the mist, leaving only a chill.

They stood back to back, watching their surroundings with vigilance. Their eyes were wide, not daring to relax even a little. Everyone's breathing became rapid and heavy, as if they were waiting for the next attack.

"What the hell is this place!" another disciple cried, his body trembling slightly, clearly overwhelmed by fear. His voice was filled with despair and helplessness.

Lin Yu's heart was also filled with doubts and fears, but he knew that he had to remain calm at this moment. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He silently told himself in his heart that as the leader of the sect, he must lead everyone out of the predicament.

Suddenly, a low roar erupted from the depths of the temple, a sound like muffled thunder that made everyone's ears ring. The ground trembled slightly, as if some enormous monster was about to emerge. The temple's beams creaked, as if ready to collapse at any moment.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!" Lin Yu shouted, his voice full of determination. His eyes were firm, and he showed no intention of retreating.

The disciples responded in unison, fearful but still courageous. Their voices echoed in the temple, carrying a touch of tragic grandeur.

The fog began to surge, and a massive figure gradually emerged. The figure was as tall as a mountain, shrouded in darkness, and its face could not be seen. Only a pair of glowing red eyes could be seen, like burning flames, filled with evil and murderous desire.

Lin Yu clenched the sword in his hand, his palms full of sweat. He could feel a strong pressure coming at him, making him almost breathless.

"Everyone be careful, this monster is not easy to deal with!" Lin Yu shouted.

The disciples used their spells and martial arts one after another, and the light flickered in the darkness, but in front of this huge figure, they seemed so small and powerless.

The monster roared and swung its huge arms towards everyone.

Can they defeat this unknown terrifying existence?