Rise of the Otherworld.

The Shadow Alliance poured into the cave like a tide, surrounding Zhang Hao and the others. In the darkness, the enemy's murderous eyes flickered in the dim light, like demons from hell. Their faces wore grim smiles, as if they had seen the dawn of victory. Their triumphant laughter echoed in the narrow space, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhang Hao looked around, a surge of despair rising in his heart. But he knew he couldn't retreat at this moment. His eyes became incredibly determined, as if burning with a raging fire.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! Fight them!" Zhang Hao roared, charging at the enemy first. His figure flashed like lightning, instantly entwining with the enemy. He swung his sword, emitting a cold gleam. Each swing was accompanied by a roar, as if to vent all the anger and despair in his heart.

Mo Ying and Feng Wuhen followed closely behind, throwing themselves into the fray without hesitation. Mo Ying's wounds reopened from the intense movement, staining his clothes with blood, yet he seemed insensible to the pain, his eyes filled with a determined murderous intent. Feng Wuhen, with his nimble movements, weaved between the enemies, his dagger striking like a venomous snake, accurately finding the enemy's weak points with every strike.

The Xuantian Sect disciples also unleashed their final strength, engaging the Shadow Alliance in a fierce battle. Their cries of killing mingled within the cave, a tragic war song. Each of them forgot about life and death, their only conviction remaining: to fight to the end.

Swords clashed, blood splattered everywhere. The cave floor was stained red and slippery with blood. Men fell every moment, some disciples of the Xuantian Sect, some enemies of the Shadow Alliance. But neither side showed any sign of retreat, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

Zhang Hao's sword had already bent its edge, but he continued to swing, exhausting all his strength with each blow. His arms trembled with exhaustion, but his eyes never wavered. Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his face, but he was oblivious.

Mo Ying's body bore many new wounds, deep enough to reveal the bone, but his gaze remained resolute, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce. Each of his attacks was laced with a determination to die, as if he and his enemy were to perish together.

Feng Wuhen, with his nimble agility, weaved between the enemies, causing them considerable trouble. His form was like a ghost, making it difficult for the enemy to predict his movements. However, he gradually began to lose strength, and his movements began to slow.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, Zhang Hao suddenly discovered that the leader of the Shadow Alliance had revealed a flaw. At that moment, a glimmer of hope surged in his heart.

He suddenly felt inspired and, despite taking a blow from the enemy, he rushed towards the leader. The impact caused his wound to burst open, and blood gushed out, but he ignored it.

"Die!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice filled with anger and determination. He thrust his sword straight into the leader's chest, as if pouring all his hatred into this single blow.

The leader tried to dodge in fear, but it was too late. Zhang Hao's sword pierced the leader's chest. The leader looked at Zhang Hao in disbelief, his eyes filled with resentment and fear, and slowly fell to the ground.

The Shadow Alliance members immediately lost their composure when they saw their leader killed. Their momentum collapsed instantly, and their once tight formation began to disorganize.

"Kill now!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice echoed in the cave, full of power and majesty.

The morale of the Xuantian Sect disciples was greatly boosted, and they launched a fierce attack. Their attacks fell on the enemy like a violent storm, leaving them unable to resist.

The Shadow Alliance began to collapse and fled the cave. Their figures looked miserable in the darkness, and their previous arrogance was gone.

Zhang Hao and his companions finally achieved victory, but they were also exhausted and collapsed to the ground. Everyone was gasping for breath, as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

"We... won..." a disciple said weakly, a relieved smile on his face. His voice was hoarse and weak, but full of joy and pride.

However, before they could celebrate, the cave suddenly began to shake violently, as if it was about to collapse. Rocks from above kept falling, hitting the ground with dull thuds.

"No, get out!" Feng Wuhen shouted. His voice was urgent and tense, reminding everyone of the approaching danger.

They struggled to support themselves, supporting each other as they ran out of the cave. Their steps were staggering, their bodies were shaky, but the desire to survive made them run forward desperately.

Just as they ran out of the cave, it collapsed with a loud bang, the deafening sound and the dust that rose up covered the sky.

Zhang Hao looked at the collapsed cave, his heart filled with emotion. He thought of the hardships and dangers along the way, and of his companions who had sacrificed their lives, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

"It was a life-or-death experience along the way..." he muttered to himself, his voice full of fatigue and vicissitudes.

Feng Wuhen patted Zhang Hao's shoulder and said, "But as long as we are alive, there is still hope."

Mo Ying also nodded, "Yes, we must complete the mission."

After a short rest, they continued on their journey. However, they didn't know that there were more difficulties and obstacles waiting for them ahead...