Rise of the Otherworld.

Li Xuan led some of the disciples to break out, while Lin Yu led the remaining Xuantianmen disciples to continue fighting bloody battles inside the sect. At this moment, Xuantianmen was like a purgatory on earth, with smoke and blood permeating every inch of the air.

Lin Yu was covered in blood and tattered clothes. His once neat clothes were now stained with blood and dust, and his original color could no longer be seen. His hair was scattered messily on his shoulders, and his face was covered with blood and sweat, but his eyes were still firm and sharp, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with an unyielding light.

"Brothers, let's fight for Xuantianmen!" Lin Yu roared loudly. The sound seemed to come from ancient war drums, echoing in the smoke-filled battlefield, stirring the hearts of every disciple of Xuantianmen.

Hearing his cry, the disciples' exhausted bodies seemed to be infused with renewed strength, their morale soaring. They unleashed their most powerful techniques, disregarding their own lives, and engaged the enemy in a desperate struggle. For a moment, a variety of brilliant magical lights shone across the battlefield, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

The members of the mysterious organization poured in like a tide, wave after wave, endlessly. Their attacks were like a violent storm, leaving the Xuantian Sect's defenses shaky. Lin Yu's figure was as fast as lightning, and he quickly shuttled through the enemy formation. The long sword in his hand turned into sharp rays of light, and every swing brought a bloody storm. Wherever he passed, the enemies fell one after another, and the bodies piled up like a mountain.

However, the prolonged and intense battle gradually wore out Lin Yu and his disciples' physical strength. Lin Yu's movements began to slow, and his once agile body lost its former flexibility. His wounds became more and more, and blood continued to flow, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

"Master, please take a rest first, let us do it!" A young disciple rushed over and tried to protect Lin Yu with his body. His face was full of concern and anxiety, and his eyes revealed deep respect for Lin Yu.

Lin Yu pushed him away and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense. As long as I'm still standing, I won't let the enemy set foot into Xuantianmen! The dignity of Xuantianmen cannot be trampled upon!" His voice was firm and powerful, full of unquestionable majesty.

At this moment, a master walked out of the mysterious organization. He was tall, with a stern face and sinister eyes. He exuded a powerful and evil aura that made people shudder. He looked at Lin Yu coldly, with a cruel smile on his lips.

"Lin Yu, today is the day you die!" The master said with a sneer. His voice sounded like it came from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

Lin Yu was not afraid at all. He straightened his spine, his eyes burning with anger. "Come on if you have the guts! I, Lin Yu, have nothing to fear!"

The two instantly engaged in battle, sword energy surging and radiant. Lin Yu exerted all his might, pushing his skills to the limit. Every move and form contained his deep affection for the Xuantian Sect and his hatred for his enemies. However, the master was ultimately superior, his skills more advanced, his moves more exquisite. Lin Yu gradually fell behind, and many new wounds were added to his body.

But Lin Yu had no intention of retreating. He gritted his teeth and held on tightly. Just when Lin Yu was about to give up, suddenly a ray of light fell from the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.