Rise of the Otherworld.

Inside Xuantian Gate, the atmosphere was extremely tense, as if the air had frozen into ice. Lin Yu and Li Xuan stood in the center of the square, facing the relentless pressure of the troublemaking disciples and the fierce attack launched by the mysterious organization outside. Their faces were as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

Lin Yu's brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "chuan" character. His eyes moved back and forth between the troublemakers and the shouts of killing coming from afar. His heart felt like a huge rock weighing tens of thousands of pounds was constantly pulling at it. He knew very well that if he chose to compromise with the troublemakers at this time, the rules and order that the sect had established for a long time would be wiped out in an instant, and the future management would inevitably fall into an even more chaotic situation. However, if he took tough measures to deal with them, he was extremely worried that these disciples would choose to turn against him at this critical moment of life and death, thus bringing a catastrophic disaster to the already precarious Xuantian Sect.

Li Xuan's face was also filled with solemnity. His eyes revealed deep worry. He clenched his fists and said, "Lin Yu, the current situation is extremely critical. We must not let the internal conflicts continue to deteriorate. We must find a way to stabilize them first, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks trembling slightly with anger. He said in a firm tone: "However, we must not let go of their mistakes easily. If we condone them so easily, where is the dignity of Xuantian Sect? How can we convince the public in the future?"

Just as the two of them were locked in a heated argument, the attacks from outside intensified. With a resounding "boom," one of the sect's defenses was shattered by the enemy's immense force, sending clouds of dust billowing, obscuring the sky and the sun.

"Master, we can't hold on any longer!" A disciple came stumbling over, covered in blood, his voice filled with despair and fear.

Lin Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and shouted loudly: "All disciples listen to orders, resist the external enemies first, and discuss internal affairs later! At this moment, the life and death of Xuantianmen is on the line, we must unite!"

When the rioting disciples heard Lin Yu's order, they looked at each other with hesitation and struggle in their eyes. In the end, under the tremendous pressure of life and death, they decided to temporarily put aside their internal disputes and jointly resist the attack of the mysterious organization.

The battlefield was thick with smoke, its pungent odor nearly suffocating. Blood stained the ground, and corpses littered the landscape, a horrific sight. The disciples of Xuantian Sect gritted their teeth, desperately resisting wave after wave of enemy attacks. But the enemy continued to surge like a surging tide, their defenses becoming precarious under the powerful onslaught.

Lin Yu personally took the field, the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light, and every move and style was filled with fierce killing intent and determination to kill. His figure shuttled through the enemy group, and wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another. But the enemies were too many, and after killing one group, another group came, as if he would never finish killing them all.

Li Xuan was nervously directing the troops from the rear. His voice had grown hoarse, but he was still doing his best to maintain the stability of the front line. "Here, strengthen the defense! Over there, don't let the enemy break through!"

However, despite the heroic resistance of the disciples of Xuantian Sect, the enemy's strength was far beyond their imagination. As time went on, the casualties of Xuantian Sect became more and more severe, and the defense line was constantly shrinking.

At the critical moment when Xuantianmen was about to collapse, Lin Yu made an extremely difficult decision.

"Li Xuan, you lead some disciples to break out and seek support from other sects. I will stay behind to cover your retreat!" Lin Yu's voice was firm and resolute, as if this was not a decision, but an imperial decree that could not be disobeyed.

Li Xuan's face showed shock and disbelief when he heard this. He shouted, "No, we must go together! How can I leave you and escape alone?"

Lin Yu glared at him, his eyes wide open, and roared: "Don't talk nonsense! This is an order! Xuantianmen can't be finished like this, you must rush out with hope! Go!"

Li Xuan's eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up in them, but he knew this was not the time to hesitate. He gritted his teeth, nodded, and rushed out with a group of disciples towards the direction of the enemy's weak defense.

Lin Yu looked at their departing backs and prayed silently in his heart: "I must succeed..." Then he turned around and plunged into the fierce battle again. His figure appeared lonely and determined in the war.