Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu seized the flaw in the mysterious man's formation and successfully stabbed one of them, causing the other party to lose their composure. However, the mysterious man was well-trained and quickly reacted, reorganizing his defense, and the battle fell into a stalemate again.

Lin Yu waved his sword to block the enemy's attacks while quickly thinking of a strategy to defeat the enemy. His forehead was covered with sweat, which slid down his cheeks and mixed with the blood splashed on his face. "This is not a solution. We must find their weakness." He said loudly, his voice revealing a hint of urgency.

Xiaoyaozi responded with a heavy breath: "Master, I think their coordination is good, but the right side seems relatively weak." His eyes were firm, and despite the huge physical consumption, he still kept a clear head.

Lin Yu glanced to the right, and a plan came to his mind. "Everyone concentrate your forces to attack the right side and disrupt their rhythm." His voice was decisive and resolute, bringing new hope to everyone.

Upon hearing this, everyone shifted their focus of attack to the mysterious man's right. Suddenly, the lights of various weapons shone brightly on the right side, like brilliant stars streaking across the night sky. The mysterious man was forced to strengthen his defense on the right side, and his formation began to tilt. Their movements became somewhat chaotic, no longer as orderly as before.

"Now!" Lin Yu seized the opportunity and rushed towards the mysterious leader like lightning. His figure was like a flash of lightning on the chaotic battlefield, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The leader was startled and quickly swung his sword to block. His eyes were filled with vigilance and anger, and he swung the sword in his hand with impenetrable force. Lin Yu's swordsmanship was tricky, like a snake emerging from its hole, each move targeting the leader's weakness. After a few moves, a wound was left on the leader's arm.

"Ah!" the leader cried out, his voice filled with pain and unwillingness. The mysterious men under him began to panic, hesitation and fear appearing in their eyes.

Seizing this opportunity, the disciples' morale was boosted, and their attacks became even more fierce. They seemed to have forgotten their fatigue and pain, with only one belief in their hearts: to defeat the enemy.

A mysterious man wanted to attack Lin Yu, but was noticed by Lin Yu and repelled with a sword. Lin Yu's eyes were cold and full of murderous intent, which made the mysterious man shudder.

"Everyone, hurry up! They can't hold on any longer!" Lin Yu shouted. His voice was like a war drum, inspiring everyone to move forward bravely.

After a fierce battle, the mysterious men's defenses were finally breached, and they began to retreat. Their figures on the battlefield looked miserable, no longer as majestic as before.

"Don't let them get away!" Lin Yu ordered a pursuit. His voice echoed in the wind, carrying unquestionable majesty.

Everyone followed closely behind, chasing in the direction of the mysterious man's escape. However, during the pursuit, Lin Yu discovered a fog in front of him. The fog was as thick as a white wall, making it difficult to see what was inside. The mysterious man fled into it and disappeared.

Lin Yu stopped and frowned. "This fog came strangely, everyone be careful." His voice was particularly clear in the silent air.

The disciples also stopped and looked at the fog vigilantly.

"Master, do we still need to go in?" asked a disciple, his voice full of worry.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment and said, "No venture, no gain. But everyone must be careful and look after each other."

Everyone stepped cautiously into the fog. The fog was filled with a mysterious atmosphere, making people feel oppressive and uneasy. Their vision was severely restricted, and they could only see a few steps away.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh was heard, making people's hair stand on end.

Can Lin Yu and others find the trace of the mysterious man in this fog and resolve the crisis?