Rise of the Otherworld.

Lin Yu led the disciples of the True King Sect and rushed towards the enemy's vanguard. Everyone's heart was filled with tension and determination. The mountain wind blew by, lifting the corners of everyone's clothes, but it could not blow away the solemn atmosphere.

Tang Feng followed Lin Yu closely and said, "Master, according to the spies' report, the enemy's vanguard this time is large in number and well-equipped." His voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously a little worried about the upcoming battle.

Lin Yu's face was solemn, like a towering mountain. "No matter what, we can't retreat. The honor and dignity of the Zhenwang Sect depends on this battle!" His eyes swept across the faces of each disciple, trying to instill courage and strength in them.

As the team marched, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating. The heavy footsteps seemed like the heartbeat of the earth, each one carrying a deep sense of unease.

A young disciple couldn't help but speak: "Master, I... I'm a little scared." His voice was very low, with a hint of trembling, and the sword in his hand was not held firmly.

Lin Yu looked back at him, his eyes firm and gentle. "It's normal to be afraid, but for the sake of the sect and to protect our relatives and friends, we must face it bravely. Think about those brothers and sisters who are waiting for our victorious return in the sect. We have no way out!"

Everyone nodded, their eyes gradually becoming resolute. The young disciple gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the sword, "Master, I understand. I will fight bravely!"

At this moment, an open area appeared ahead, and the enemy's silhouette was already faintly visible. The black flag danced in the wind, like the devil's grim smile.

Lin Yu raised his hand to signal the team to stop, "Everyone get ready for battle and listen to my orders." His voice was low and powerful, and it was particularly clear in this silent wilderness.

The disciples clenched their weapons, their hearts beating rapidly, as if they were about to jump out of their throats. Their eyes were fixed on the enemy in front of them, and their breathing became rapid.

Lin Yu observed the enemy's formation and quickly thought about his response. The enemy's formation was neat, and their weapons flashed coldly in the sunlight, obviously they were well-trained.

"Tang Feng, take a team to make a detour from the left and disrupt their formation." Lin Yu whispered.

Tang Feng took the order and quietly moved to the left with a group of disciples. Their figures were looming in the grass as they approached the enemy cautiously.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Disciples of the Zhenwang Sect, for the honor and for the sect, charge!" He took the lead and rushed towards the enemy.

The disciples behind him shouted in unison and rushed towards the enemy like a surging torrent.

In an instant, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the soldiers and horses of both sides collided with each other. Swords clashed, sparks flew, and blood splattered in the air.

Lin Yu's swordsmanship was sharp, and every move was filled with the determination to kill. His figure shuttled through the enemy group, and wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another.

"Kill!" The disciples were not afraid at all and fought a desperate battle with the enemy.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air and the cries of killing shook the heavens. The disciples of the Zhenwang Sect used their courage and faith to fight a life-and-death battle with the enemy.

But the enemy was also very tenacious, and for a while, the battle was in a stalemate.

Can the Zhenwang Sect gain the upper hand in this battle? How will the situation develop in the future?