Rise of the Otherworld.

The enemy troops surged forward like a black torrent, the earth trembling beneath their footsteps. The leading general, his face grim, brandished his long sword and let out a sharp roar: "Raze Xuantian Gate!" His voice was like a roar from hell, filled with endless murderous intent.

At Xuantian Gate, Lin Yu shouted, "Shoot!" His voice was firm and decisive, like the resounding sound of a mighty bell. The archers on the city wall instantly released their bowstrings, raining down arrows upon the enemy. Arrows streaked through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. For a moment, screams rang out as many enemies fell. But the enemies behind them didn't flinch, stepping over the bodies of their comrades and charging forward, their eyes burning with the same frenzy of battle.

Zhang Hao led a group of disciples down the city wall, engaging the enemy in close combat. His sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and every swing drew a spray of blood. "Kill!" he roared, fierce and unstoppable. His clothes were stained red with blood, but he was unaware of it, his heart filled with a single conviction: to protect Xuantian Sect. His swordsmanship was sharp, his moves powerful, and wherever he struck, the enemy felled one after another.

Li Yue, meanwhile, cast powerful spells from the rear, providing support to the warriors in the front. Fire, frost, and lightning flew from her hands, exploding among the enemy hordes, causing immense chaos. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, her face pale, but she continued to cast spells with all her might, muttering to herself, her hands dancing, unleashing powerful spells one after another.

"Everyone hold on!" Lin Yu shouted loudly on the city wall, boosting morale. His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, always paying attention to the changes in the situation, ready to make decisions at any time.

On the battlefield, Xuantian Sect disciples fought fiercely with the enemy. One disciple was struck in the shoulder by an enemy, blood gushing out, but he gritted his teeth and, with a backhanded strike, pierced the enemy's chest. "For Xuantian Sect!" he cried out, his face twisted in pain, but his eyes were filled with determination.

Another disciple, his mana exhausted, still used his body to block the enemy's attack. "As long as I have breath left, I won't let you succeed!" His voice was weak, but it was filled with an unyielding will.

However, the enemy's numbers were too great, and Xuantianmen gradually fell into disadvantage. The enemies surged like a tide, wave after wave, and it seemed that they would never be able to kill them all.

"We can't go on like this!" Zhang Hao was extremely anxious. His breathing became rapid, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his eyes, but he swung the sword in his hand even more fiercely.

At this moment, Li Yue suddenly discovered the enemy's weakness. Her sharp eyes caught a flaw in the enemy's formation in the chaotic battlefield.

"Hit their left flank!" she shouted, her voice hoarse from the overuse of her magic, but still full of power.

Zhang Hao immediately led his disciples to the left flank and launched a fierce attack. They were like sharp daggers, piercing the enemy's vital points. The enemy's defense began to loosen, and the once tight formation began to disarray.

Xuantian Sect seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, gradually turning the tide of battle. The disciples' morale soared, their cries of battle becoming even louder. Working in perfect harmony, they pressed forward, forcing the enemy into a difficult position.

But the battle was far from over. The enemy was still resisting desperately. They knew that if they failed, they would be severely punished. So, they also broke out in a final frenzy.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and blood, and people fell every moment, and every moment was filled with the test of life and death.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect gritted their teeth and continued to fight the enemy. Their bodies were exhausted, but their spirits were still high.

In this fierce battle, no one retreated, no one gave up. They all had a common belief in their hearts, that is, to defend Xuantianmen and their homeland.