Rise of the Otherworld.

During the days of the Zhenwang Sect's intense defenses, Tang Feng still personally led his disciples on daily patrols around the sect. The early morning sun hadn't yet fully penetrated the gloomy forest, and the air was filled with a damp mist, making the forest seem even more mysterious and dangerous.

One day, they found some messy footprints in a valley. The shape and depth of the footprints showed that the person who left them was extraordinary. The footprints were deeply embedded in the wet soil, with clear edges, and were obviously left not long ago.

"Everyone, be careful. This could be a clue left by a Shadow Gate lurker," Tang Feng said cautiously. His voice was extremely low, yet it reached every disciple clearly. His eyes were fixed on the footprints, as if trying to discern the enemy's whereabouts. His hand unconsciously tightened around the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

The disciples immediately formed a circle, swords drawn, carefully observing their surroundings. Their breathing became rapid, and their heartbeats were particularly clear in the silent forest. Every pair of eyes was full of vigilance, not missing a single movement.

Tang Feng squatted down and carefully examined the direction of the footprints. His brows were furrowed, his gaze focused and sharp. "These footprints lead to the southwest of the sect. Is there something fishy going on there?" he muttered to himself, a bad feeling welling up in his heart.

After returning to the sect, Tang Feng didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly reported his findings to Lin Yu.

After hearing this, Lin Yu's eyes fixed and his face became serious in an instant. "To the southwest is one of our material warehouses. Strengthen the defense there immediately." His voice was decisive and resolute, without any hesitation.

At the same time, the disciple in charge of intelligence gathering also brought some news. It was said that in the nearby town, people saw suspicious strangers, dressed in black, sneaking around the streets and alleys, causing panic among the residents.

"It seems that the Shadow Gate's actions are becoming more frequent. We must find out their purpose as soon as possible." Lin Yu paced back and forth in the conference room, his steps heavy and rapid, his anxiety evident. His eyes swept over every elder and disciple present, thinking about his response strategy.

An elder said, "Master, perhaps we can set a trap and lure them into it." His voice was steady and calm, and the wrinkles on his face seemed even deeper at this moment.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment and nodded: "This is a way, but it must be carefully arranged and the enemy must not be aware of it. We must take advantage of their greed and eagerness for quick success and give them a fatal blow." A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

So, the Zhenwang Sect quietly began laying traps. They set up hidden formations around the supply warehouse and arranged for elite disciples to lie in ambush in the shadows. Everything was done in secrecy, fearing even the slightest word of the plan would leak out.

However, the Shadow Sect seemed to have sensed the True King Sect's actions and, for a time, became even more cautious. Their actions became more covert, less prone to revealing flaws. The two sides were locked in a hidden battle, where every decision, every action, could determine the ultimate outcome.

The disciples of the True King Sect held fast day and night, their nerves tense, not daring to slack off even for a moment. Meanwhile, the lurkers of the Shadow Gate watched from the shadows, searching for loopholes in the True King Sect's defenses.

This silent war intensifies. Can the True King Sect successfully uncover the Shadow Gate's conspiracy? Will their traps work? Everything remains uncertain, like a thick dark cloud hanging over the True King Sect.