Rise of the Otherworld.

After the battle, the Zhen Wang Sect was filled with an atmosphere of exhaustion and sadness. Lin Yu, despite his injuries, directed his disciples to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded.

"Hurry up, don't let go of any living disciples!" Lin Yu's voice was weak, but still firm and powerful. His clothes were already stained with blood and were in tatters. His face was also covered with dust and bloodstains, but his eyes revealed an unyielding light.

The sect was in shambles, with collapsed buildings and rubble strewn everywhere. The bloodstained ground, broken weapons, and bodies scattered across the ground created a tragic scene. The disciples toiled silently, their faces etched with sadness and fatigue, but their hands never faltered.

Lin Yu himself was also seriously injured, and the severe pain from the wound made every step he took extremely difficult. But he refused to rest and personally supplied spiritual energy to the seriously injured disciples to relieve their pain.

"Brother Lin Yu, it's time for you to take a rest." A disciple looked at Lin Yu's pale face and couldn't help but persuade him. His eyes were full of concern and worry.

Lin Yu shook his head and forced a smile: "I can still hold on. Take care of everyone first." His voice was weak but full of determination.

While helping the wounded, Lin Yu reflected on the battle. He knew that although they had successfully repelled the evil sect, the True King Sect had also paid a heavy price. Countless disciples had been killed or wounded, and the sect's buildings and facilities had been severely damaged. All of this made him heartbroken.

"Our defense is still not perfect, and our tactical arrangements are also inadequate." Lin Yu thought silently in his heart. His brows were furrowed, and he fell into deep self-blame.

He summoned the elders and core disciples of the sect for a meeting in a relatively intact room. The atmosphere in the room was very heavy, and everyone's face was solemn and worried.

"This battle has shown us our own shortcomings. We can't always be passive and defensive. We must take the initiative and strengthen our own strength." Lin Yu sat at the head of the group, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. His eyes were firm and full of expectation.

An elder said: "Lin Yu, thanks to you this time. If it weren't for your bravery in killing the enemy, the Zhenwang Sect might have..." There was a tremor in the elder's voice, and his eyes were full of gratitude and admiration.

Lin Yu interrupted: "Don't praise me too much. This is the result of the joint efforts of all of us. But we can't be satisfied with this. We must learn lessons from this battle." His tone was serious and earnest.

Everyone nodded and began to discuss how to strengthen the sect's strength and defense.

"We must strengthen the training of our disciples and improve their combat skills and adaptability. We can no longer let them be so passive in battle." A core disciple said, his eyes full of determination.

"We also need to further improve our defensive fortifications and increase early warning mechanisms. We can no longer let the enemy easily break through our defenses," another disciple continued.

"Yes, we also need to find more resources to increase everyone's cultivation speed. Only when we are strong enough can we truly resist external enemies." An elder added.

The discussion continued one after another. Lin Yu listened carefully and nodded in agreement from time to time. He held a pen in his hand and wrote down everyone's suggestions and ideas on paper.

After intense discussions, a series of improvement measures were finally formulated.

Lin Yu looked at the determined eyes of the crowd and felt a little relieved. He stood up and said, "Everyone hurry up and implement it. We don't have much time to rest. The evil sect may attack again at any time." There was a hint of urgency and worry in his voice.

Everyone dispersed, and Lin Yu sat alone in the room, closed his eyes, and adjusted the chaotic spiritual energy in his body. Every breath was accompanied by pain in the wound, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.

"I must make the Zhenwang Sect stronger." He vowed secretly. The sunlight from outside shone through the cracks in the window onto his face, illuminating his resolute expression.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yu slowly opened his eyes and felt that the spiritual energy in his body was a little smoother. He stood up, walked out of the room, and prepared to check on the progress of his disciples.

At this time, within the True King Sect, the disciples were busy following their plan. Some were repairing their houses, some were diligently training on the training grounds, and still others were researching new formations and tactics.

Lin Yu looked at all this with hope in his heart. He believed that as long as everyone worked together, the Zhenwang Sect would be able to overcome this crisis and usher in new glory.