Rise of the Otherworld.

Amidst lightning and thunder, a mysterious figure appeared on the battlefield. He was clad in a black robe, its wide, flowing robes rustling in the strong wind, shrouding his face in shadow, making it impossible to see clearly. However, the powerful and mysterious aura emanating from him was like an invisible pressure, shocking everyone present.

Lin Yu and the others were all startled, not knowing whether this mysterious man was a friend or an enemy. Their eyes were fixed on the mysterious man, their weapons unconsciously tightened, and their hearts were filled with vigilance and doubt.

The mysterious man said nothing. He flashed, darting into the bandits like a ghost, his movements swift as lightning, impossible to grasp. Each strike was accompanied by a gust of wind, sending the bandits screaming and falling before they could even react. His moves were bizarre and deadly, like the grim reaper of death in the darkness, mercilessly reaping lives.

The pressure on the Xuantian Sect suddenly eased, and they seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. The exhausted disciples seemed to be reenergized, shouting with renewed energy, their morale soaring as they launched round after round of attacks on the bandits.

"Thank you for your help!" Lin Yu shouted loudly. His voice echoed on the battlefield, but the mysterious man seemed not to hear it, still concentrating on dealing with the bandits. His figure shuttled among the enemy groups, leaving a mess wherever he went.

The joining of the mysterious man instantly turned the tide of the battle. The bandits began to panic, their attacks became disorganized, and fear spread in their eyes.

With the help of the mysterious man, the bandits finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to collapse and flee in all directions. They were like dogs that had lost their homes, only wishing they had two more legs. They no longer had the arrogance they had when they came.

After the battle, the mysterious man slowly walked towards Lin Yu. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry an invisible pressure.

"Thank you for your help, may I know your name?" Lin Yu asked with a fist. His eyes were full of gratitude and respect, but also with a hint of inquiry.

The mysterious man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "My name is Mo Ying. I heard that Xuantian Sect was in trouble, so I came here to help." His voice was low and hoarse, as if carrying endless vicissitudes of life.

"Sir Mo Ying, why are you helping us?" Li Yue asked doubtfully. Her beautiful face was filled with curiosity as she tried to find some clues from Mo Ying's answer.

Mo Ying raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, his eyes revealing a hint of complex emotions: "I have received favors from Xuantian Sect, and now I am here to repay them."

Lin Yu was overjoyed: "It turns out to be my benefactor. I wonder what your plans are next?" He looked at Mo Ying expectantly, hoping to get his support.

Mo Ying pondered for a moment, then said firmly: "I am willing to fight against the Shadow Hall with you."

Lin Yu and others readily agreed. They seemed to see a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

However, what they don't know is that Mo Ying is hiding a huge secret. This secret is like a vortex hidden in the darkness, which may drag them into unknown dangers at any time. Mo Ying's past is full of mystery and enigma. His appearance is not accidental, but has deeper reasons.

In the days that followed, the Xuantian Sect and Mo Ying prepared to face the attack from the Shadow Hall. Mo Ying displayed incredible strength and profound knowledge, earning everyone's admiration for him.

But one quiet night, Mo Ying stood alone on the mountaintop, gazing at the starry sky, his mind racing. He thought back to his past, and those painful memories flooded back like a tide. He knew that his encounter with the Xuantian Sect would change his fate, but it could also put him in even greater danger.