Rise of the Otherworld.

Watching his disciple being swallowed by the black hole, Lin Yu's heart was filled with grief, anger, and self-blame. His eyes instantly turned red, and a low roar of anger erupted from his throat, the sound seeming to erupt from the depths of his soul. He clenched the sword in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his muscles were tense, every blue vein clearly visible.

"Even if it costs me my life, I will destroy this black hole!" Lin Yu roared and rushed towards the black hole again. His figure was like an arrow from a bow, with an unstoppable momentum. The wind whistled around him, ruffling his hair, but it could not blow away the determined light in his eyes.

The other disciples were also infected by Lin Yu's determination, and the flame of hope rekindled in their eyes. They gritted their teeth, a look of determination on their faces, and used up their last bit of strength to continuously attack the black hole. Their magic lights streaked across the dark room like meteors, colliding with the claws extending from the black hole, making a deafening sound.

Xiaoyaozi shouted, "Don't give up, everyone! We can get through this!" His voice was hoarse from exertion, but still filled with strength and encouragement. He brandished his magical instruments, continuously unleashing powerful spells. The spiritual energy around him surged like surging ocean waves.

The claws in the black hole continued to stretch out, trying to attack Lin Yu and the others. The claws carried the breath of death, and each swing brought a gust of wind and dark energy fluctuations. Lin Yu's figure flashed, his footsteps as nimble as a ghost, skillfully avoiding the claws' attacks. Every dodge was a walk on the edge of life and death, but his eyes remained firm, without the slightest retreat or fear.

At the same time, the sword in his hand repeatedly slashed at the black hole, the light from the sword colliding with the dark aura within the black hole, splashing countless sparks. Each attack was accompanied by his roar, as if to vent all the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

However, the suction of the black hole grew stronger and stronger, and several more disciples could no longer hold on and were mercilessly sucked in. Their cries were instantly swallowed by the black hole, leaving only a heartbreaking silence.

"No!" Lin Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and the anger in his heart burned to the extreme. He felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe. But he knew that he could not fall down at this moment, because he was everyone's hope.

At this moment, Lin Yu felt his spiritual power rapidly draining away, his body becoming increasingly heavy. Every movement required tremendous effort. But he still did not stop attacking, his will as firm as steel. Every time he swung his sword, he was determined to die, as if this was the last battle of his life.

Suddenly, Lin Yu discovered that there seemed to be some tiny cracks on the edge of the black hole. Although those cracks were small, they flickered with a faint light in the darkness, like a ray of dawn in the darkness.

"Everyone, concentrate on attacking here!" Lin Yu shouted loudly. His voice was full of excitement and hope, as if he saw the dawn of victory.

The disciples directed their attacks at the crack. Suddenly, a cascade of magical light converged. Like a surging river, it surged toward the cracks in the black hole. The powerful energy surges shook the entire room, and stones fell from the walls.

The black hole began to tremble violently, as if in its final struggle. It let out a deep roar, filled with anger and unwillingness. The dark aura swirled like boiling water, attempting to resist the attacks.

Can they successfully break the black hole and turn the tide, or will they be completely swallowed by the black hole and fall into eternal damnation?