Rise of the Otherworld.

The injured disciple was rushed to the hospital for treatment, while Lin Yu and the others waited anxiously for news in the meeting room. Time seemed to freeze, and every second seemed to stretch endlessly. The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating. Everyone's eyes kept turning to the door, hoping for good news.

Finally, the disciple in charge of the treatment came to report: "Master, his injuries are too serious. Although he has temporarily saved his life, he is still unconscious and cannot provide more information." His voice was low and depressed, making the already heavy atmosphere even more depressing.

Lin Yu slammed his fist on the table, "Damn it!" His face was full of anger and helplessness. This punch seemed to be an outlet for his inner anger.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Master, we can't just sit here and wait for death. We must take the initiative!" His eyes were burning with the desire to fight, and he couldn't wait to rush out and fight the enemy to the death.

Li Yue said worriedly, "But we know nothing about the Shadow Alliance's plan. If we act rashly, we might fall into their trap." Her brows were furrowed, her face full of worry.

Mo Ying pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps we can send an expert to disguise himself and sneak into the Shadow Alliance's sphere of influence to see if we can obtain useful information. But this is extremely risky. Once discovered, the consequences will be unimaginable." His tone was heavy, and he was well aware of the danger of this plan.

Everyone fell into deep thought. This was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous plan. Every decision concerned the life and death of Xuantian Sect, so they had to consider it carefully.

Just then, another disciple arrived to report that the sect's supplies were severely insufficient and unable to sustain a long-term defense. This news was like adding insult to injury, making everyone's expressions even uglier.

Lin Yu frowned, facing a difficult decision: should he take the risk and attack, or should he hold on and wait? His heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

"Master, we can't hesitate any longer!" Zhang Hao said anxiously. There was a hint of anxiety in his voice. Time was running out, and every moment of delay would increase the danger.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and said slowly: "Zhang Hao, Mo Ying, you lead a team of elite disciples and sneak into the Shadow Alliance in disguise. Li Yue, you are responsible for staying behind the sect and coordinating all affairs." His eyes were firm as he made this difficult decision.

Everyone received the order and prepared to take action.

Zhang Hao and Mo Ying quickly selected a group of disciples with strong physical skills and quick minds. They changed into ordinary clothes, put away the Xuantian Sect's iconic weapons, and tried their best to look like ordinary people.

Before leaving, Lin Yu repeatedly reminded: "Be sure to be careful and come back alive!" His eyes were full of concern and expectation.

Zhang Hao nodded solemnly: "Master, rest assured, we will not fail in our mission!"

Mo Ying also said: "Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we will do our best."

They embarked on a journey filled with unknown dangers. Along the way, they carefully avoided various spies and traps. Every time they passed through an unfamiliar place, they remained highly vigilant, paying attention to every move around them.

However, just as they were about to approach the core area of ​​the Shadow Alliance, an accident occurred. A patrolling Shadow Alliance disciple seemed to notice their abnormality and stared at them closely.

"Who are you? Why are you wandering here?" the disciple asked loudly.

Zhang Hao's heart tightened, but he pretended to be calm on the surface: "We are merchants passing by and we took the wrong road."

"Merchant? I don't think so. Come back with me and let me be investigated!" The disciple obviously didn't believe it and raised the weapon in his hand.

Zhang Hao and Mo Ying exchanged a glance, knowing that a fierce battle was inevitable...