Rise of the Otherworld.

After hearing the spy's report, Lin Yu and the mysterious man's faces instantly became extremely solemn, as if shrouded in a thick haze. Lin Yu's brows were tightly twisted into a knot, with a resolute light flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Lin Yu took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm, and said: "It seems that this battle is unavoidable. We have no choice but to fight to the death! Even if it is like an egg hitting a rock, we must splash their blood!" His words were loud and clear, echoing in the air, as if carrying an irresistible force.

The mysterious man's eyes were as firm as iron. He raised his head slightly, looked at the enemy troops approaching in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Indeed, only by fighting with our backs against the wall can we have a glimmer of hope. Retreating will only make us die faster and more shamelessly!"

Lin Yu immediately summoned all the disciples. He hurriedly climbed up the platform, looked at the faces full of tension and determination below the stage, and said loudly: "Disciples of Xuantian Sect, the enemy is already at the gate of the city, staring at us like wolves! We have no way to retreat. Behind us are our homes, our loved ones, and our beliefs! Today, we must fight for the honor and dignity of the sect. Even if we shed our last drop of blood, we will never retreat!" His voice was passionate and high-pitched, like a passionate war drum, stirring the hearts of every disciple.

The disciples shouted in unison: "We will live and die with the sect! We will live and die with the sect!" The sound resounded through the sky, shaking the surrounding leaves to fall, as if declaring their determination to heaven and earth.

Afterwards, Lin Yu quickly and methodically began to deploy his battle plan. With a serious expression and sharp eyes, he divided his disciples into several teams, each with clear tasks and responsibilities. "Team One, you are responsible for guarding the East Gate. Don't let the enemy break through there! Team Two, the West Gate is in your hands. You must hold it! Team Three..." His voice was rapid and forceful, and his finger pointed rapidly on the map.

The mysterious figure stood steadfastly on the city wall, his eyes like a hawk, watching the enemy's movements in the distance, never missing a single subtle change. His aura was restrained, yet like a volcano poised to erupt at any moment, ready to respond to any emergency.

Soon, the mysterious organization's army surged forward like a surging tide. The dense mass of figures was enough to make one's scalp tingle. The shouts and cries of killing shook the earth, as if they were about to engulf the entire Xuantian Sect in this endless clamor.

The Xuantian Sect disciples stood in full battle formation, their eyes filled with determination and courage. As the enemy approached, they unleashed their unique skills. Magical lights intersected like brilliant fireworks, and sword energy surged like a whistling cold wind.

Lin Yu led the charge, charging into the enemy lines like a fierce lion. His sword swung with impenetrable force, like a dragon emerging from the sea, stirring up waves of blood. Each swing of his sword was accompanied by a fierce determination and fearless courage. Enemies fell to the ground, their cries echoing in agony.

But the enemy was so numerous, pouring in like a tide, it seemed as if they would never be completely slain. Xuantian Sect gradually fell into trouble, disciples began to suffer casualties, and the defense line was gradually compressed.

At this moment, the mysterious man suddenly flew up, and a powerful aura burst out like a hurricane. He flew with both palms, and the powerful force instantly repelled a group of enemies, temporarily relieving the pressure on Xuantian Sect.

However, the mysterious man's action also attracted the attention of the enemy masters, and several masters with strong aura and sinister eyes besieged the mysterious man.