Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu's statement made Mo Ying feel warm in his heart. With gratitude flashing in his eyes, he said, "Master Lin, with your words, Mo Ying will never refuse a single death." Mo Ying's voice was firm and powerful, as if at this moment, he had completely disregarded his own life and death.

From that night on, the relationship between Xuantian Sect and Mo Ying grew closer, and their mutual trust deepened. They trained day and night, making final preparations for the upcoming decisive battle with the Shadow Hall. Every day, disciples could be seen diligently training in Xuantian Sect's martial arts arena.

Lin Yu readjusted his strategic deployment based on the intelligence provided by Mo Ying. His eyes were focused and serious, and the map in his hand was marked with dense symbols and lines. "Zhang Hao, you lead a team to break through from the left wing and disrupt their formation." Lin Yu said, pointing to a location on the map.

Zhang Hao nodded solemnly, "Master, don't worry, I will not fail my mission." His eyes were full of determination.

Li Yue was busy gathering various supplies, ensuring adequate logistical support. She shuttled between the warehouse and the camp, sweat beading on her forehead, but her pace never faltered. "This batch of healing pills must be distributed to the disciples as quickly as possible," Li Yue instructed the disciples around her.

Mo Ying wasn't idle either. He imparted his unique skills to the disciples, significantly improving the Xuantian Sect's strength in a short period of time. "Pay attention to the use of your aura, and concentrate your internal energy in your palms," Mo Ying demonstrated personally, each movement clean and precise.

During this intense period of preparation, a solemn and passionate atmosphere permeated the Xuantian Sect. Every disciple knew that this battle was a matter of life and death for the sect, and also of the justice and dignity they upheld. A flame burned in their hearts, a desire for victory and a dedication to justice.

Finally, the day of the decisive battle arrived.

Led by Lin Yu, the Xuantian Sect marched towards the Shadow Hall headquarters. Along the way, flags fluttered and morale was high. The sunlight shone on their armor, reflecting a dazzling light.

Arriving at the Shadow Hall headquarters, they found it heavily guarded. The eerie buildings loomed before them, exuding a chilling atmosphere. On the walls, Shadow Hall guards stood in formation, their weapons flashing coldly.

Lin Yu shouted loudly: "Disciples, in today's battle, for the sect, for justice, we will never retreat!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the valley.

"Kill!" the disciples shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky. Their voices were filled with fearlessness and courage, as if they were about to shatter the very heavens.

The battle erupted instantly, and both sides engaged in a fierce fight. Mo Ying led the charge, charging into the enemy camp like a fierce tiger, crushing the enemy wherever he went. His swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, and every move was filled with the determination to kill.

Lin Yu and the others were not to be outdone and fought bravely. Lin Yu swung his sword with such force that the enemy could hardly get close. Zhang Hao's boxing was fierce and domineering, and each punch contained tremendous power.

However, the Shadow Hall was formidable, their training was excellent, and their coordination was seamless. The Xuantian Sect gradually fell into trouble. Disciples began to suffer casualties, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Everyone, don't panic, hold your ground!" Lin Yu shouted. But the situation became more and more critical, and the enemy's attacks came one after another, like a tide.

At this moment, Mo Ying discovered a flaw in the Shadow Hall. "Follow me!" he shouted, leading a group of disciples in that direction.

Can they turn the tide of battle and defeat the Shadow Hall?