Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao faced the ferocious pursuers alone, unfazed. He gripped his sword tightly, the hilt slipping slightly in his sweaty hands, but his strength remained undiminished. His eyes held a resolute, unwavering determination, as if what lay before him wasn't a group of vicious enemies, but a hurdle he must overcome.

The pursuers were gradually approaching, and the leader had a ferocious look on his face: "Boy, today is the day you die!" His voice was like the roar of a wolf, filled with endless murderous intent.

Zhang Hao snorted coldly: "Come and try if you have the guts!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the silent woods.

With that, he launched the attack, his body swift as lightning, his sword swift as the wind. Instantly, he engaged the pursuers in front of him. His sword danced like a streak of silver lightning, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Each swing of his sword carried all his strength and determination.

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the forest, sparks flying. The fierce collision seemed like a symphony of fate, a melody of life and death. Zhang Hao's swordsmanship was unparalleled, each strike carrying the power of a sure kill. His eyes were focused and fierce, giving his enemy no chance to breathe.

But the enemy was numerous, and he soon suffered several new wounds. The wounds bled profusely, staining his clothes red, but every drop of blood seemed like a medal of his battle, inspiring him to fight even harder.

Blood stained his clothes, but Zhang Hao's fighting spirit only grew stronger. He gritted his teeth and fought with all his might, not letting the enemy advance a single step. Every attack was accompanied by a roar, and every defense displayed his tenacity.

"Kill!" Zhang Hao roared, his sword thrusts growing more ferocious, forcing the pursuers to retreat. He weaved between the enemies like a wounded tiger, ever more dangerous and deadly.

However, the prolonged battle had drained his strength rapidly, and his movements gradually became slow. His breathing became heavy and rapid, and every movement seemed particularly strenuous.

A cunning pursuer took advantage of this opportunity and attacked from behind. Zhang Hao, sensing danger, spun around and fought back, but was still scratched on the arm. The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body.

The pain irritated his nerves, but Zhang Hao endured it and continued to fight. There was no trace of retreat in his eyes, only unyielding anger.

Just when he was about to give up, a cry of killing came from afar. The sound was like the sound of nature, bringing hope to Zhang Hao.

It turned out to be Mo Ying and Feng Wuhen, who had returned with other disciples to provide support. Their figures quickly shuttled through the woods, rushing towards the enemy like a surging torrent.

"Zhang Hao, we're coming!" Mo Ying shouted. His voice was filled with anger and power, and he swung his sword with great vigor.

Like tigers descending from the mountains, they charged into the enemy lines, engaging in a desperate struggle with the pursuers. Their entry instantly changed the course of the battle, and the pursuers, who had previously held the upper hand, began to fall into disarray.

Zhang Hao's spirits lifted, his hope reignited, and he fought alongside his companions. His sword became sharp again, and he and his companions worked together to form an impenetrable line of defense.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the pursuers gradually lost their ability to resist and began to collapse. Their figures became miserable and their previous arrogance was gone.

"Don't let them get away!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice thick with a thirst for revenge.

The crowd pursued the enemy and annihilated most of them. The woods were filled with the smell of blood and the ground was littered with the corpses of the enemies.

After the battle, everyone collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath, their wounds still aching.

"Luckily we got back in time." Feng Wuhen panted. His face was covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "Thank you guys, otherwise I really don't know if I could hold on." There was a hint of fatigue in his smile, but more of it was the joy of surviving the disaster.

"What should we do next?" a disciple asked. His voice was weak and confused, and he had obviously not recovered from the fierce battle just now.

Zhang Hao looked up at the sky and pondered for a moment: "Let's go to the valley to meet the woman first, and then make a long-term plan." His eyes were firm, as if he had already seen the direction of the future.

After a short rest, they headed towards the valley. Their steps were heavy and slow, but each one was filled with hope.

Unbeknownst to them, a new crisis awaited them. A mysterious aura permeated the valley, as if it held countless dangers. The moment they entered, a chilling wind blew, sending chills down their spines.

"Everyone be careful!" Zhang Hao said vigilantly.

However, it was too late. A group of mysterious figures suddenly appeared and surrounded them again...