Rise of the Otherworld.

After the Zhenwang Sect meticulously set the trap, everyone settled into a state of tense waiting. The warehouse was completely silent, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind. The leaves rustled in the breeze, a whisper from nature, yet it couldn't soothe the anxiety within.

Tang Feng hid in the canopy of a large tree, closely observing the movements below through the gaps in the leaves. His body blended with the branches, as if he had become part of the tree. He had maintained this posture for a long time, his body somewhat stiff, but his eyes remained sharp, not daring to relax even a little. His breathing was slow and even, afraid to make any sound and alert any possible enemy.

"I wonder when the Shadow Gate guys will show up," he thought to himself, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword sweating from the prolonged tension. The hilt felt like a thousand pounds in his hand, testing his patience and determination every moment.

On the other side of the warehouse, several disciples crouched in the grass, not daring to breathe. Their heartbeats were remarkably clear in the silence, each beat a testament to both fear and anticipation of the unknown. Grass blades scratched their cheeks, bringing a slight tickle, but they dared not move. Their eyes were fixed fixed on the front, not missing a single movement.

Lin Yu was on a distant tower, observing the surrounding situation through a telescope. His expression was serious, his brows slightly furrowed, and his heart was filled with worry. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his tense outline. He knew that this was a battle of patience. Whoever showed a flaw first might fall into an irretrievable situation.

Time ticked by, the sun gradually setting, its orange afterglow painting the sky a brilliant hue. But the Shadow Gate still hadn't appeared. The longed-for figure never appeared, and the flame of hope gradually dimmed in the interminable wait.

"Did they discover our plan?" a disciple couldn't help but whisper. His voice, tinged with doubt and uneasiness, broke the long silence.

"Hold on, keep waiting!" the senior brother next to him immediately shouted. Although his voice was low, it was full of authority, causing the disciple to shut up instantly.

Night fell, and darkness enveloped the entire area. The thick night was like a huge black curtain, swallowing everything. Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps was heard. The footsteps were so light that if everyone hadn't been concentrating, they would have been almost imperceptible. Tang Feng's spirits perked up, and he gripped his sword tightly. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to burst out of his throat.

But the footsteps suddenly stopped when they approached the edge of the trap, and then gradually faded away, disappearing into the endless darkness, as if they had never appeared.

"Damn it, they're too cautious!" Tang Feng cursed inwardly. Anger and helplessness intertwined in his heart. He wanted to rush out immediately to find the enemy, but reason told him to be patient.

Thus, the True King Sect waited in the trap for days, their spirits and physical strength suffering immense strain. Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces haggard, but the determination in their eyes never wavered.

The Shadow Sect seemed to be deliberately wearing down the True King Sect's patience. What were they planning? Were they searching for a flaw in their trap, or were they waiting for a better opportunity to launch a fatal attack?

Every day of waiting was like torture, and the people of the True King Sect constantly tempered their will in this torture. They knew that if they let their guard down, it could bring disaster to the sect.

During this long wait, can the True King Sect seize the clues revealed by the Shadow Gate? Can they hold on to their inner defenses and not be overwhelmed by pressure and anxiety?