Rise of the Otherworld.

On the battlefield of the Zhenwang Sect, smoke filled the air, the stench of blood permeating every corner. The sky was dyed crimson by the flames of war, as if doomsday had arrived. News of Lin Yu's injury spread quickly within the sect, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves. A shadow fell over the disciples' hearts, worry and anxiety flickered in their eyes, but their fighting spirit grew stronger, like a sword tempered in the raging fire.

Tang Feng's eyes burned red, like blazing flames. His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless anger and determination. "Brothers, the Sect Master was wounded for us. Even if we die today, we must defend the Sect!" His roar echoed across the battlefield, shaking everyone's heart. Every word was like a hammer, hammering at their hearts.

The disciples of the True King Sect shouted in unison, "Fight to the death!" Their voices resounded through the air, breaking through the smoke and causing the Shadow Gate's attack to stall. Their faces twisted in a determination to face death, their weapons tightly gripped as if they were their last resort.

The leader of the Shadow Sect stood in the distance, coldly observing the stubborn resistance of the True King Sect. His eyes were filled with disdain and greed. "Keep attacking! They won't hold out for much longer!" His command was followed by another wave of Shadow Sect disciples. Their footsteps, like the drumbeat of death, rattled the nerves of the True King Sect.

The Zhenwang Sect's defensive lines crumbled under the enemy's onslaught, and every disciple fought with every last ounce of strength. One disciple was pierced through the shoulder by an enemy sword, blood gushing out, but he gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and, ignoring the pain, struck the enemy dead with a backhand. His face was stained with blood and sweat, but he still roared and charged at the enemy.

"Kill!" Amidst the cries of killing, the female disciples of the Zhenwang Sect did not flinch. Their hair fluttered in the wind like unyielding banners. Their eyes were filled with determination, and they thrust their daggers at the enemy without mercy.

In a corner of the battlefield, a usually obscure disciple suddenly erupted with astonishing power. A strange light emanated from his body, and as his techniques unfolded, the air around him seemed to distort. He instantly repelled a group of enemies. "For the glory of the True King Sect!" His voice, filled with unstoppable momentum, echoed throughout the battlefield.

However, the Zhenwang Sect's casualties continued to mount, and the situation became increasingly critical. Disciples fell every moment, their figures becoming eternal monuments on the battlefield.

At this moment, the system suddenly prompted: "Host, activating the sect's protective formation can temporarily repel the enemy, but it will consume a huge amount of energy."

Lin Yu endured the pain and struggled to stand up. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were full of determination. "Activate the formation!" His voice was weak, but it carried an irresistible majesty.

As a beam of light shot up into the sky, a powerful force erupted from deep within the sect. Wherever the light reached, the disciples of the Shadow Sect were repelled, screaming in terror and fleeing in all directions.

"How is this possible?" The Shadow Sect leader's face changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger. He never imagined that the True King Sect had such a backup plan.

But the power of this formation could only last for a while, the light gradually dimmed, and the disciples of the Shadow Gate were ready to move again.

Tang Feng looked at the gradually approaching enemy and secretly swore in his heart: "Even if I shed my last drop of blood, I will never retreat!"

Can the Zhenwang Sect seize this opportunity to turn the tide of war? What will be their future fate?