Rise of the Otherworld.

The fighting on the battlefield became increasingly brutal, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood. Although the Xuantian Sect disciples had temporarily reversed the situation, the enemy's stubborn resistance made every step forward a huge price to pay.

Zhang Hao's body was ravaged by fresh wounds, his clothes tattered and stained red with blood. Every breath was tinged with pain, yet the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undimmed. "Brothers, follow me!" he roared, his voice hoarse but full of power. He brandished his longsword and charged forward. Behind him, like a raging fire, the disciples followed closely, piercing the enemy's left flank like a sharp sword.

Li Yue's magical power was nearly exhausted, her body trembling, her face pale as a sheet. But she persevered, continuously casting weak spells to support the front. Her hands trembled slightly, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. "Hold on! Xuantian Sect cannot lose!" she silently chanted in her heart.

A young disciple collapsed in a pool of blood, his eyes gradually losing their luster. "I... tried my best..." he said before drawing his last breath. His face still held a trace of youthfulness, yet it was filled with determination. His companion, eyes red and tears welling, slashed furiously at his enemy. "I will avenge you!" his voice brimming with grief and indignation.

Lin Yu was anxious on the city wall, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, his hands unconsciously clenched. "Go support the left wing!" he ordered loudly, his voice full of anxiety. The follow-up troops quickly rushed towards the left wing, their footsteps sounding particularly heavy on the chaotic battlefield.

Seeing the situation was dire, the enemy general personally led his elite troops towards Zhang Hao, attempting to regain the upper hand. His face was distorted, his eyes filled with ferocity. "Kill him!" he roared, the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

"Come on! Today it's either you or me!" Zhang Hao charged at the enemy general, and a fierce clash ensued. Blades flashed and shadowed, sparks flying with every clash. Zhang Hao's clothes were ripped, blood oozing out. The pain from his wounds made him frown, but he gritted his teeth and fought back with all his might.

At this crucial moment, Li Yue summoned the last of his magical power and unleashed a powerful spell. A flash of light instantly struck the enemy general. The general's form swayed, revealing a flaw. Zhang Hao seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the shoulder with his sword.

"Ah!" The general screamed, but he continued to fight, brandishing his sword. His wounds were bleeding, but his ferocity remained undiminished.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect were inspired, their morale soaring. Their cries of battle were deafening. Like surging waves, they continuously assaulted the enemy's defenses. Each of their faces was filled with determination. For the sake of their sect, for the sake of honor, they were unafraid.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, the groans of the wounded mingling with the cries of the dying. Broken limbs were everywhere, and blood stained the ground red. Everyone fought for survival and honor, with life and death hanging by a thread.

"Hold on! Xuantian Sect cannot be defeated!" Lin Yu's voice rang out in the chaos, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, inspiring every disciple. His eyes were firm, and his heart was full of responsibility and commitment to the sect.

After a desperate fight, Xuantian Sect gradually gained the upper hand, and the enemy began to show signs of defeat. Some enemies began to retreat, their eyes filled with fear.

However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, a burst of shouting and killing was heard in the distance. It turned out that the enemy reinforcements had arrived. They were numerous and aggressive.

The hearts of the people in Xuantian Sect sank again, but there was no sign of retreat in their eyes, and they were ready to face new challenges.