Rise of the Otherworld.

The atmosphere within the True King Sect was heavy. After learning of the mysterious organization's collusion with other factions, everyone felt a heavy weight weighing on their hearts. The already tense atmosphere was now like a string stretched to its limit, ready to break at any moment.

Lin Yu stood on the hall, his eyes sweeping over the people below. His eyes were firm and calm, but he could not hide his worry. "This crisis concerns the life and death of the True King Sect. We must be fully prepared." His voice echoed in the empty hall with an unquestionable majesty.

Tang Feng clasped his fists and said, "Master, I have sent more people to collect intelligence. It is now known that they are preparing to attack the sect in half a month." His face was serious, and beads of sweat on his forehead glittered in the candlelight.

The elders offered their suggestions one after another.

"We should strengthen the sect's defenses and set up more formations." An elder said, stroking his beard, his eyes revealing deep thought.

"We also need to prepare sufficient medicine and weapons in case of emergency." Another elder said immediately, his expression anxious but determined.

Lin Yu listened to everyone's suggestions and kept thinking about how to deal with it. He knew that this battle was not only a test of the True King Sect's strength, but also a challenge to everyone's will.

At the same time, the mysterious organization and the hostile forces were secretly planning the details of the attack. In a dark and damp cave, several figures sat together.

"This time, we must completely wipe out the True King Sect!" a leader of a faction said viciously. His face was twisted, and his eyes gleamed with greed and hatred.

"Don't worry, we've made full preparations. The True King Sect won't be able to escape even if they have wings." The leader of the mysterious organization laughed sinisterly. His voice seemed to come from hell, making people shudder.

Within the True King Sect, disciples trained day and night, daring not to slack off for even a moment. On the martial arts field, the cries of battle were deafening. Disciples' figures crossed paths in the sunlight, their clothes drenched in sweat, but their eyes were filled with determination and courage.

Inside the alchemy room, the furnaces burned day and night, refining various elixirs. The alchemists were completely focused, not daring to neglect their work for even a moment. The air was filled with the rich aroma of medicinal herbs and the scent of scorching heat.

In the warehouse, weapons and equipment were constantly being sorted and distributed. The disciples in charge of the warehouse were very busy, carefully checking each weapon to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the battle.

However, during this intense preparation, the Zhenwang Sect encountered new problems. Some disciples, under excessive pressure, began to panic and retreat.

"What should we do? Can we defeat them?" a young disciple muttered softly, his face pale and his eyes filled with fear.

"Don't talk nonsense! We must trust the sect and the sect leader!" another disciple shouted. His expression was angry, but one could also see his inner uneasiness.

After Tang Feng learned about this, he immediately summoned all his disciples.

"The glory of the True King Sect must not be tarnished. We are its members in life and its ghosts in death! Those who retreat will be severely punished!" Tang Feng's voice was like thunder, exploding in the ears of every disciple. His stern gaze swept over the crowd, instantly sobering those who had been afraid.

"We have experienced so many difficulties together and never backed down. This time is the same. We will defend the dignity of the Zhenwang Sect with our blood and lives!" Tang Feng continued, his voice full of passion and encouragement.

As time went by, the day of the war was getting closer, and the sky above the Zhenwang Sect seemed to be covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, making it hard to breathe.

Lin Yu stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, and secretly swore in his heart: "No matter what, I will protect the Zhenwang Sect, even at the cost of my life." The wind whistled through his clothes, and his figure looked lonely and determined in the wind.

Can the True King Sect survive this crisis? What kind of bloody storm will they experience? The future is full of unknowns and variables.