Rise of the Otherworld.

Faced with the Shadow Alliance disciples' questioning and threats, Zhang Hao knew he couldn't afford to show any weakness at this moment. He put on an ingratiating smile and said, "Brother, we're just ordinary businessmen. In this chaotic world, it's not uncommon for us to get lost. Please, please, let us go." His voice trembled slightly, but his eyes concealed his inner tension.

The disciple remained unmoved, his eyes growing increasingly suspicious. "Ordinary merchants? Humph, I see you're acting sneaky, there's definitely something fishy going on!" He then moved forward to apprehend them. His steps were heavy and powerful, and the weapon in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Seeing this, Mo Ying secretly signaled to the disciple behind him, ready to take action at any time. His hand quietly grasped the hilt of the sword, muscles tensed, and his heartbeat accelerated.

At this critical moment, Zhang Hao suddenly took out a bag of silver from his arms and stuffed it into the disciple's hand: "Brother, this is just a small gift, take it and have a drink, just as we are making friends." His movements were quick and skillful, and his face was full of flattering smiles.

The disciple took the silver, weighed it, and his expression eased a little, but he still did not let down his guard: "Are you really just businessmen?" His eyes swept back and forth between Zhang Hao and the others, as if trying to see through their disguise.

Zhang Hao nodded quickly: "It's absolutely true! We still have to hurry and do business, we can't afford to delay." Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, but he pretended to be calm.

At this time, several more Shadow Alliance disciples passed by on patrol and inquired about the situation. The disciple holding the silver hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay, just a few lost merchants, let them go." There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, but he still decided to let Zhang Hao and the others go.

Zhang Hao, Mo Ying, and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly thanked them, and left in a hurry. Their steps were quick and light, fearing that the other party would go back on their word.

But they knew the danger was not over and they had to leave the area as soon as possible. Their hearts were beating like drums, their breathing was rapid, and every step they took was filled with caution.

However, they had not gone far when they heard shouts from behind: "Stop! Don't let them run away!" The voice echoed in the empty road, which was creepy.

It turned out that the disciple who had just returned felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it, so he reported the situation to his superiors, and the masters of the Shadow Alliance caught up with him.

Zhang Hao cursed, "Damn it!" His face turned very ugly, and his heart was filled with anger and helplessness.

Mo Ying shouted, "Everyone scatter and run!" His voice was decisive and resolute, trying to find a glimmer of hope for everyone.

Everyone fled in all directions, with the Shadow Alliance's masters hot on their heels, their figures darting down the road like ghosts.

Zhang Hao ran while trying to find a way to escape the pursuers. Suddenly, he saw a dense forest ahead. With an idea in mind, he took several disciples and went in. The forest was full of intertwined branches and thorns, which increased their chances of escape.

Zhang Hao gasped and said, "Everyone, hide carefully and don't make any noise." His voice was low and rapid, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Mo Ying led another group of disciples in another direction, trying to divert some of the pursuers. His figure moved through the woods like a nimble monkey.

In the woods, Zhang Hao and the others carefully concealed their presence, not daring to make a sound. They lay in the grass, their heartbeats echoing in their ears.

The Shadow Alliance's masters searched the woods, not missing any clues. Their footsteps were getting closer and closer, and every sound made Zhang Hao and the others' hearts jump to their throats.

"Search carefully, they must be nearby!" a cold voice came.

Zhang Hao held the weapon tightly in his hand, ready to fight to the death at any time.

At this moment, a bird suddenly flew up from a tree, attracting the attention of the Shadow Alliance masters.

"Over there!" They rushed towards the direction where the bird flew.

Zhang Hao and others took the opportunity to quietly move to another location.

But the masters of the Shadow Alliance soon discovered that they had been tricked and resumed their search.

As time passed, Zhang Hao and his companions' physical strength gradually became exhausted.

Can they successfully escape from their pursuers and continue their infiltration mission?