Rise of the Otherworld.

The tense atmosphere within the True King Sect grew increasingly tense. The injured, unconscious spy was quickly taken to a hospital and placed in a quiet room. The surrounding doctors busily tended to his wounds, attempting to revive him as quickly as possible. Everyone waited anxiously for his awakening, hoping to extract more information about the Shadow Gate from him. Anxiety and worry were written on everyone's face, and they frequently glanced toward the room, silently praying.

Lin Yu and Tang Feng patrolled the sect, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the silence of the sect. Lin Yu's eyes swept over every corner, checking the layout of the fortifications, silently thinking about a countermeasure in his heart.

"Tang Feng, I'm afraid this will be a fierce battle." Lin Yu looked into the distance with a serious expression. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep worry.

Tang Feng clenched his fists, his joints turning white from the force. "Master, no matter what, we must fight to the death to protect the sect. Even if we shed our last drop of blood, we will never retreat!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the air like an oath.

At that moment, the spy slowly regained consciousness. His face was as pale as paper, his lips chapped. He spoke weakly, "The Shadow Sect... their evil techniques... are extremely terrifying." Then, his eyes slowly closed, and he slipped back into unconsciousness. This vague news caused everyone's heart to tighten once again, as if being gripped by an invisible hand.

However, before the True King Sect could fully prepare, the Shadow Sect's attack came like a storm. "Kill!" The Shadow Sect disciples' cries of killing were deafening. They surged forward like a tide, their black robes dancing in the wind, like a group of demons from hell.

The True King Sect members immediately rose up to resist. For a moment, magical lights intersected, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky. The sound of weapons clashing was incessant, and sparks flew with every impact.

Lin Yu led the charge, unleashing a powerful technique, his entire body radiating light like a blazing sun. Each of his moves contained boundless power, pushing back the Shadow Sect disciples one by one. But the enemies seemed endless, and as one wave fell, another quickly followed.

Tang Feng was also unafraid, leading his disciples to form a tight defensive line. He shouted loudly to command the battle, "Strengthen the defense on the left! Watch out for enemy sneak attacks on the right!" His voice was clearly audible in the noisy battlefield, bringing courage and confidence to his disciples.

But the Shadow Sect's offensive became increasingly fierce, their techniques strange and powerful, and the True King Sect gradually fell into a disadvantage. Disciples began to suffer casualties, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Everyone hold on!" Lin Yu shouted loudly. His voice was hoarse, but still full of strength. His clothes were soaked with blood, but he still fought bravely.

A disciple tragically fell in battle, his eyes wide open, as if still expressing his attachment to life and his reluctance to leave the sect. His companions, filled with grief and indignation, their eyes burning with rage, fought even harder.

Everyone in the Zhenwang Sect knew this was a fight to the death, with no way out. They held only one conviction: for the sake of the sect, for the sake of honor, they would fight to the death!

Just as the True King Sect struggled to hold on, a strange wave suddenly erupted from the sky. This wave was so powerful and mysterious that it startled everyone. Then, a beam of light descended from the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

How will this mysterious power change the course of the war? Will it be a turning point for the True King Sect, or a boost for the Shadow Sect? Everything remains unknown.