Rise of the Otherworld.

Tang Feng and his companions galloped back to the Zhenwang Sect, their path rife with dust and the clatter of horses' hooves as rapid as a torrential downpour. Their faces were etched with fatigue and anxiety, and the wind scraped across their cheeks like a sharp blade, yet it couldn't slow their eagerness to return.

When they finally arrived at the sect gate, both the people and the horses seemed to be exhausted, gasping for breath. But they did not take a moment to rest, and immediately ran to where Lin Yu was, reporting the situation anxiously.

After listening to this, Lin Yu's expression was as solemn as the dark clouds before the storm. A trace of determination flashed in his deep eyes, "The Shadow Gate really acted quickly, but we have been prepared for this." His voice was steady and powerful, like a huge rock thrown into the lake, which caused ripples but also gave people a sense of stability.

A tense and bustling atmosphere permeated the True King Sect. Like industrious ants, the disciples moved weapons and supplies in an orderly and swift manner, reinforcing each defensive formation. Heavy boulders seemed light in their hands, each lift imbued with a heart of protection for the sect.

"Everyone, hurry up! We must not let the Shadow Gate take advantage!" an elder shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was hoarse but powerful, and he waved his cane relentlessly, as if conducting a grand symphony. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes, but he couldn't stop for a moment.

Lin Yu stood on a high place, overlooking the busy scene. The mountain breeze brushed against his sleeves, and his eyes were firm and persistent, as if he wanted to engrave all this into his heart. He secretly swore in his heart: "No matter what, I must protect the sect, even if it costs my life."

At this time, the disciple in charge of reconnaissance came running over. His face was pale and he said breathlessly: "Master, the army of Shadow Sect is already ten miles away and is approaching us rapidly." His voice was trembling with fear that was hard to conceal.

Lin Yu's eyes flashed like a cold star, "Everyone, take your positions and prepare to meet the enemy!" His voice was as loud as a bell, and instantly spread to every corner of the Zhenwang Sect.

The gates of the Zhenwang Sect were tightly shut, the heavy wooden doors akin to an impenetrable barrier. The walls were densely packed with disciples, ready for battle. They gripped their weapons, their knuckles white from the strain, their eyes filled with determination. Tang Feng also drew his weapon and stood among the ranks. His breathing was rapid and erratic, sweat dripping down his cheeks and onto the blade in his hand. "In this battle, we will never retreat!" he shouted, his voice filled with fearless courage, inspiring each of his slightly nervous companions.

The sect allied with the True King Sect was also rushing to support them. Their leader personally led the team, his heart pounding. "Hurry up! The True King Sect is waiting for us!" the leader shouted, his voice echoing through the ranks. The clatter of hooves, footsteps, and the clatter of armor blended into a passionate war song.

The Shadow Gate army drew closer, a black mass, like a surging tide, overwhelming the sky. Their footsteps shook the earth slightly, and their cries of killing seemed to break through the clouds, terrifying everyone.

"Charge! Destroy the True King Sect!" the Shadow Sect's leader shouted. He rode atop a tall black horse, looking majestic and imposing. The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like the scythe of the god of death.

The disciples of the True King Sect stood in a state of alert, their palms sweating and their hearts beating rapidly. But their gazes did not flinch at all, staring intently at the approaching enemy, as if they wanted to pierce through them with their eyes.

As the Shadow Sect's army rushed to the city walls, arrows rained down. The True King Sect's disciples fought fiercely, their cries of death and screams mingling like the music of hell. Tang Feng swung his sword, its shadows flickering as he cut down one enemy after another. His body was stained with blood, both enemy and his own, but his movements remained unwavering, like a tireless god of war.

"Hold on!" Lin Yu shouted loudly on the city wall, his voice filled with anxiety and determination. His eyes swept over every disciple fighting, giving them courage and strength.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, shouts from an allied sect were heard in the distance. "Zhen Wang Zong, we're here to support you!" The sound was like heavenly music, boosting the morale of the Zhen Wang Zong disciples.

The battle situation changed instantly. The Zhenwang Sect and its allies joined hands to resist the crazy attacks of the Shadow Gate.

But the Shadow Gate did not retreat. Like mad beasts, they attacked even more fiercely. Blood dyed the ground red, and corpses piled up like mountains.

Can the True King Sect withstand this ferocious attack from the Shadow Gate? The outcome remains uncertain, and this battle has only just entered its intensifying phase.