Rise of the Otherworld.

The battle between Lin Yu and the mysterious master intensified, their attacks becoming increasingly ferocious, each one carrying deadly force. The air within the tent seemed to be ripped apart by the winds of their swords, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Lin Yu's breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to burn his chest, but his eyes became more and more determined, like a burning star, bright and unextinguishable. He had only one belief in his heart: to defeat the opponent and win a chance for the Zhenwang Sect. That belief was like an invisible force, supporting him to persevere in this difficult battle.

The mysterious master also used all his skills to try to defeat Lin Yu as soon as possible. His moves were like a violent storm, impenetrable, trying to suppress Lin Yu with absolute power.

"Lin Yu, you are just making a meaningless struggle!" The mysterious master roared and launched another round of attack. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, as if he could not accept Lin Yu's stubborn resistance.

Lin Yu dodged sideways, his movements as agile as a cheetah, and counterattacked with a sword in his backhand: "Stop talking nonsense, look at the sword!" There was determination and perseverance in his voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Their weapons clashed repeatedly, emitting bursts of piercing sounds. Each collision sent forth dazzling sparks, like brilliant fireworks bursting across the night sky. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the fierce battle, forming visible ripples.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked, Lin Yu suddenly discovered a subtle flaw in the mysterious master. It was at the moment after the mysterious master's fierce attack, his breath was slightly unstable, and his steps staggered slightly.

Without hesitation, he concentrated all his strength, pouring all his inner energy into the longsword in his hand. The blade instantly shone with a dazzling light, as if illuminating the dark tent. He thrust the sword at the flaw.

The mysterious master wanted to dodge, but it was too late. A trace of fear and despair flashed in his eyes, and he watched Lin Yu's sword pierce towards him.

"Ah!" The mysterious master screamed, and was stabbed by Lin Yu's sword. Blood gushed out from the wound, staining his clothes red.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Yu launched a series of attacks, forcing the mysterious master to retreat step by step. His sword was like a raging storm, not giving the mysterious master a chance to breathe. Each sword was filled with anger and determination, and each sword seemed to completely defeat the enemy.

"You..." The mysterious master's face was filled with resentment, but it was too late to save the situation. His eyes gradually dimmed, and his body slowly fell to the ground, hitting the ground heavily.

Finally, Lin Yu pierced the mysterious master's chest with a sword. "It's over!" Lin Yu said, panting. His voice was full of fatigue, but more of the joy and relief of victory.

The victory here boosted the morale of the disciples of the Zhenwang Sect. They fought even more fiercely in the battle outside, like a group of tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable. The enemy's defenses began to collapse, and the once tight formation became chaotic.

The commander, realizing the situation was hopeless, tried to flee. His face was pale, his eyes filled with fear, and his previous arrogance and pride were completely gone.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Lin Yu flew over and stopped him. His figure was like a ghost, and he appeared in front of the commander in an instant.

"Mercy, mercy!" the commander begged on his knees. His voice trembled, and his body shook like sifting chaff.

Lin Yu looked at him coldly: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place!" There was no mercy in his voice, only hatred and contempt for his enemy.

With their commander captured, the enemy completely lost their will to resist and surrendered one after another. The battlefield suddenly fell into silence, with only the heavy breathing of the True King Sect disciples and the cheers of victory.

The True King Sect finally won this difficult battle, but the battlefield was devastated, the True King Sect disciples suffered heavy casualties, and many familiar faces had disappeared forever.

Lin Yu looked at the tragic scene, his heart filled with grief and emotion. "I must make the True King Sect rise again!" He vowed secretly.

Next, the Zhenwang Sect faced the arduous task of reconstruction. Injured disciples needed treatment, damaged buildings needed repairing, and supplies were extremely scarce.

Lin Yu began to busily coordinate and arrange everything. He personally visited the injured disciples, offering them comfort and encouragement.

"Everyone, rest assured and recover. The Zhenwang Sect will not forget your efforts." Lin Yu's voice was warm and firm.

At the same time, he sent his disciples to surrounding areas to seek support and cooperation.

"We must unite all forces that can be united and develop together." Lin Yu said to the disciples he sent out.

Under the leadership of Lin Yu, the Zhenwang Sect gradually recovered from the trauma of the war. But the road ahead is still long, and they still need to face more challenges and difficulties.

But how should the Zhenwang Sect, which suffered heavy casualties, rebuild and develop?