Rise of the Otherworld.

After regrouping, the enemy launched an even more fierce attack. The surging crowd was like a black storm, frantically attacking the Zhenwang Sect's defenses. Under the enemy's attack, the Zhenwang Sect's defenses were shaky and seemed to collapse at any moment.

Lin Yu's body was covered in blood, the mottled blood staining his clothes and also dyeing the sword in his hand red. His breathing was rapid, and each breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp, but the sword in his hand never stopped for a moment. The sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, and every swing was filled with a resolute killing intent.

"Tang Feng, take your men to defend the left line of defense and never let the enemy break through!" Lin Yu shouted loudly. His voice was hoarse and firm, revealing unquestionable majesty.

Tang Feng responded, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Don't worry, Sect Master. I'll defend the left side!" He then led a group of disciples to rush to the left. Their figures rushed through the flames of battle like a flash of lightning.

At this time, the number of wounded within the True King Sect was increasing, and the medical disciples were overwhelmed. Inside the makeshift medical tent, the groans of the wounded and the cries of the medical disciples intertwined.

"Hold on!" A medical disciple looked at his seriously injured fellow disciple, his eyes red. His hands trembled as he tried to bandage the wound, sweat dripping down his forehead.

On the battlefield, disciples of the True King Sect continued to fall. Some were struck by enemy swords, others by spells, losing their lives instantly. Each falling figure was like a sharp knife stabbing through the hearts of the True King Sect members.

A young disciple watched his fellow apprentice fall, his eyes filled with grief and indignation. "I'll fight you!" He recklessly charged the enemy, his youthful face etched with determination. However, his courage didn't save him from the enemy's attack, and he was tragically pierced by an enemy spear. His body slowly fell, his eyes still blazing with rage.

Lin Yu was filled with grief when he saw this scene, but he knew that he could not be weak at this moment. He gritted his teeth and transformed the grief in his heart into fighting power.

"Everyone, don't panic, maintain the formation!" Lin Yu's voice was hoarse, but he still tried hard to boost morale. His figure shuttled through the crowd, constantly killing the approaching enemies, and used his actions to prove to his disciples that the Zhenwang Sect would never fall easily.

At this moment, an elite squad of enemies broke through the defenses and rushed into the sect. Their figures were as swift as ghosts, and wherever they went, there was a bloody storm.

"Stop them!" Lin Yu was anxious, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He personally led a team of disciples to stop them. His body was as fast as lightning, and he collided with the enemy's elite team in an instant.

The two sides engaged in a desperate fight, with swords flashing and magic shining. Lin Yu had several more wounds on his body, and blood was constantly pouring out, but he seemed to feel no pain, and the sword in his hand became more and more sharp.

"Kill!" Lin Yu roared, each move carrying the determination to kill. In his eyes, there was only the enemy and the belief of protecting the Zhenwang Sect.

Under Lin Yu's leadership, the disciples of the True King Sect fought desperately and gradually stabilized the situation. However, the enemy continued to pour in. The True King Sect was at a critical moment of life and death. Could they withstand this round of fierce enemy attacks? What would their future be?