Rise of the Otherworld.

The footsteps grew closer, and Zhang Hao quickly signaled everyone to hide. Everyone held their breath, their heartbeats remarkably clear in the tense atmosphere. Everyone's breathing became extremely shallow, as if fearing that even the slightest leak of air would bring about a catastrophic disaster.

I saw several disciples of the Shadow Alliance walking and talking.

"We've been feeling really nervous lately. Our superiors have asked us to increase patrols. I don't know if the people from Xuantian Sect dare to come." One of the disciples' voice contained a hint of disdain and fatigue.

"Hmph, if you come here, you will be seeking death. Our defense is so strict." Another disciple seemed quite confident, waving the weapon in his hand casually.

After they passed, Zhang Hao and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts were even heavier. The enemy's vigilance was so high that it would be extremely difficult to sneak in. Everyone's face was filled with worry and uneasiness.

Mo Ying lowered his voice and said, "This is not a solution. We must find a breakthrough as soon as possible." There was anxiety in his voice, and beads of sweat on his forehead gleamed in the dim light.

Zhang Hao nodded and glanced around. Suddenly, he noticed a weak spot in the wall. The wall looked a bit old, and the gap between the bricks and stones seemed slightly larger than other places.

"Maybe we can break through from there." Zhang Hao pointed at that place and said. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but also a deep caution.

They approached quietly, only to discover that although the area looked weak, it was actually filled with hidden sentries. These sentries were so cleverly hidden that they would be difficult to detect without careful observation.

A disciple accidentally stepped on a branch, and a "crack" sound instantly caught the attention of the sentry. The crisp breaking sound was particularly harsh in the silent environment.

"Who is it?" a stern cry was heard, followed by the sirens. The sharp sirens echoed through the sky, shattering the original silence.

Zhang Hao secretly cried out in alarm: "Charge!" He had no choice but to risk everything.

No longer hiding, they rushed towards the weak spot, each one using all their strength, their eyes filled with determination.

The Shadow Alliance disciples quickly gathered around, and a fierce battle ensued. Swords clashed, internal energy surged, and the cries of killing were deafening. The Shadow Alliance disciples used ruthless moves and coordinated well, leaving the Xuantian Sect's members no chance to breathe.

The Xuantian Sect disciples fought valiantly, but the enemy was outnumbered and well-trained, and they gradually became trapped. Zhang Hao was wounded in many places, his clothes stained with blood, but he gritted his teeth and wielded his sword, repelling the enemy's attacks again and again. Mo Ying also lost strength, his sword skills no longer sharp, and his movements became sluggish. Other disciples suffered heavy casualties, some falling to the ground, unable to rise again.

"Are we going to die here?" a disciple cried out in despair, his voice filled with fear and unwillingness.

At this critical moment, a strange sound suddenly erupted from the sky. It was like rumbling thunder, coming from far away and gradually approaching. Everyone looked up and saw a black cloud rapidly approaching. As they got closer, they realized it was a flock of giant birds, their wings spread wide, blocking out the sky and the sun.

There seemed to be figures sitting on the flying birds, and before anyone could see clearly, they swooped down towards the disciples of the Shadow Alliance. For a moment, the Shadow Alliance's formation was in chaos.

Zhang Hao and others took the opportunity to break out. "Don't fight any longer, rush in!" he shouted.

Under the interference of the birds, the Xuantian Sect finally broke through the defense line and rushed into the Shadow Alliance's stronghold. However, waiting for them were more unknown dangers...