Rise of the Otherworld.

The elite troops of the Zhenwang Sect fought desperately in the enemy's encirclement. Lin Yu was wounded in many places, his clothes were torn, and his armor was stained red with blood, but his eyes were still firm, like a burning fire that would never go out.

"Don't give up! We will definitely get out!" Lin Yu loudly encouraged the demoralized disciples. Although his voice was a little hoarse due to fatigue, the firm belief contained in it was like a powerful force, infusing the hearts of every disciple.

Tang Feng fought fiercely beside the enemy, his clothes soaked in blood, as if he had stepped out of a pool of blood. "Fight them!" Tang Feng roared, chopping down another enemy. His eyes were bloodshot, and every swing of his sword was filled with endless anger and determination.

Just as everyone was beginning to despair, suddenly, a cry of killing could be heard from afar. The sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the entire battlefield. It turned out to be reinforcements from the Zhenwang Sect! They rushed into the enemy formation like a raging torrent, instantly disrupting their deployment.

"It's reinforcements! We're saved!" a disciple shouted excitedly. His face was filled with surprise and hope, and his once dim eyes were once again bright.

The reinforcements were all dashing and high-spirited. Their arrival boosted the morale of the Zhen Wang Sect, instantly igniting their previously low fighting spirit. Lin Yu seized the opportunity to lead the others in a counterattack, attacking from both inside and outside with the reinforcements, and a gap began to appear in the enemy's encirclement.

"Kill them!" Lin Yu took the lead and rushed towards the gap. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing brought a rain of blood.

Everyone followed closely behind, fighting bravely. They seemed to have forgotten the pain in their bodies, with only one belief in their hearts: break out of the encirclement and defend the Zhenwang Sect!

With the tenacious struggle of the True King Sect, they finally succeeded in breaking through the enemy's encirclement. However, the True King Sect also paid a heavy price for this, with many disciples heroically sacrificed. Their bodies fell on this land, defending the dignity of the sect with their lives.

Lin Yu looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his heart filled with grief. He walked slowly across the battlefield, each step feeling incredibly heavy. "Properly bury the bodies of our brothers. They are all heroes of the True King Sect!" Lin Yu said in a hoarse voice. Tears glistened in his eyes, and his voice was filled with grief and respect.

The enemy, unwilling to give up, regrouped and prepared to attack again, their flags fluttering in the wind, full of provocation and threat.

"Master, how should we respond?" Tang Feng asked. His face was filled with fatigue and worry, but his eyes still revealed determination.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment, looking at the enemy in the distance, thinking secretly in his heart. "We can't passively take the beating, we must take the initiative to attack and disrupt their rhythm." Lin Yu's voice was firm and powerful, as if he had made a major decision.

"Tang Feng, you lead a team of disciples to harass the enemy from the flank and attract their attention. I will lead the main force to meet the enemy head-on and look for their weaknesses." Lin Yu quickly arranged the tactics.

Tang Feng nodded, "Master, don't worry, I will complete the task!"

The Zhenwang Sect once again assembled its forces, ready for a new battle. Every disciple's face was filled with determination and resolve; they knew this was a battle for the sect's survival, and they had no way out.

The wind howled on the battlefield, as if playing a prelude to the upcoming bloody battle.

Can the Zhenwang Sect turn defeat into victory in this difficult situation? What price will they pay?