Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao and the others were surrounded by this sudden mysterious figure, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten. The air around them seemed to freeze, and the heavy pressure made it difficult to breathe.

"Who are you?" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice filled with vigilance. His eyes were like torches, fixed on the shadows, trying to find any flaws in their actions.

The shadowy figures remained silent, slowly closing the circle around them. Their movements were as coordinated as those of well-trained soldiers. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.

Mo Ying frowned, "It seems that the person coming is not a good person, everyone prepare for battle!" His voice was low and powerful, and he held the sword tightly in his hand against his chest, ready to meet the enemy at any time.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, ready for battle. Their eyes were determined, with no intention of retreating.

At that moment, a dark figure launched the first attack, lunging at Zhang Hao like a ghost. Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. Zhang Hao dodged the blow with a sideways movement, then swung his sword and counterattacked.

Feng Wuhen was not to be outdone and engaged in a fierce battle with the black shadows that rushed over. His figure shuttled between the black shadows, and the shadows of his swords intersected, making a clanging sound.

For a moment, the valley was filled with the flashing of swords and the shouting of killing. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the valley, stirring up a cloud of dust.

These shadowy figures were extremely agile, their moves strange and unpredictable. Each attack was unexpected, making it difficult for Zhang Hao and the others to cope.

A disciple was accidentally hit by the shadow and fell to the ground, groaning in pain, his face pale.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was urgent and anxious, and his heart was filled with worry for his companions.

The battle intensified, and Zhang Hao and the others gradually began to lose strength. Sweat soaked their clothes, and their breathing became rapid. But they gritted their teeth and persevered.

"This isn't going to work. We have to find their weakness!" Feng Wuhen shouted. His voice was a little hoarse from exhaustion, but his eyes still gleamed with determination.

While Zhang Hao was fending off the attack, he observed the shadow's movements. His eyes were focused and sharp, not missing a single detail.

Suddenly, he discovered that these shadows seemed to be deliberately protecting a certain place. Whenever they approached that area, the shadows' attacks would become more fierce.

"Concentrate your strength and attack there!" Zhang Hao pointed in that direction. His voice was full of determination, bringing new hope to everyone.

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed in that direction with all their might. Their attacks were like surging waves, one after another.

Seeing this, the shadows hurriedly strengthened their defenses, but it was too late. Under the combined attack of everyone, the shadows' defenses were finally breached.

Following a scream, the shadows vanished one after another, as if they had never appeared, leaving behind only the mess on the ground and the exhausted figures of the people.

"What on earth is going on?" a disciple asked breathlessly. His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, and his body was trembling slightly from excessive fatigue.

Zhang Hao looked at the place where the shadows disappeared and fell into deep thought. His brows were furrowed as he pondered the origins and purpose of these shadows.

"No matter what, let's find that woman first," Mo Ying said. His voice broke the silence, cheering everyone up.

The group continued searching the valley, their steps heavy and anxious. A tense atmosphere permeated the valley, and unknown dangers could be hidden in every corner.

"Did something happen to her?" Feng Wuhen asked worriedly. His voice was filled with anxiety, and his eyes revealed a deep uneasiness.

Just when everyone was feeling hopeless, a faint cry for help came from afar. The sound was intermittent, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Zhang Hao and the others were energized and ran towards the direction of the voice. Their hearts were filled with hope, praying that it was a woman's voice.

After passing through a patch of thorny bushes, they finally saw a figure. It was the woman, lying on the ground, her body covered with wounds.

"Hurry, save her!" Zhang Hao shouted.

Everyone rushed over to check the woman's injuries.

"I... I'm fine..." the woman said weakly.

"What exactly happened?" Zhang Hao asked.

The woman raised her head with difficulty, "I'm being...being chased by another group of people..."

Before she could finish, there was another sound of footsteps around her...