Rise of the Otherworld.

The crowd struggled to hold themselves together, slowly moving forward towards the source of the terrifying sound. A sickening stench filled the passage, and the darkness seemed to grow thicker, nearly swallowing them all. The smell was like a mixture of rotting corpses and spoiled blood, making their stomachs churn.

As they approached, the sound grew clearer, like the wails of countless vengeful spirits, piercing their eardrums. Each sound was like a sharp needle, piercing deep into their souls, leaving them with a chilling chill.

"That sound is terrifying! I... I'm a little scared," a disciple said in a trembling voice, his legs weak and unable to move. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness, and his body trembled continuously, as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

Zhang Hao looked back at him and encouraged him, "Don't be afraid. We can get through this together." His voice was firm and powerful, like a bright light in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope and courage to everyone.

When they finally reached the source of the sound, the sight before them made them gasp. A vast abyss appeared before them, swirling with countless black currents, as if dragging everything into endless darkness. The abyss was bottomless, and from the darkness came faint roars and painful groans, a chilling sensation.

"What the hell is this place?" Mo Ying's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. His mouth slightly opened, his eyes staring straight into the abyss, as if stunned by the scene before him.

Feng Wuhen swallowed and said, "I feel like there's a great danger hidden in here." His voice trembled a little, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The woman gripped the dagger tightly, her palms slick with sweat. Her eyes were determined, but her slightly trembling lips betrayed her inner fear.

At this moment, countless black tentacles suddenly stretched out from the abyss and attacked them. Those tentacles were thick and powerful, covered with mucus and spikes, and flashed an eerie light in the darkness.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly. His voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

Everyone dodged quickly as the tentacles moved at lightning speed, piercing the air. Each tentacle carried immense force, leaving deep scratches on the stone walls wherever it passed.

Zhang Hao swung his sword at the tentacle, but found that it was like cutting into tough leather, causing no effective damage at all. The tentacle only trembled slightly and continued to attack him.

Mo Ying unleashed a powerful martial art, a faint glow emanating from his body as he swung his sword with vigor. He attempted to repel the tentacles, but it only slowed them down slightly. The tentacles quickly attacked again, leaving him exhausted.

Feng Wuhen continuously cast spells, light flickering in the darkness, transforming into sharp blades that flew towards the tentacles. But compared to the sheer number of tentacles, it was only a drop in the bucket. The tentacles grew in number, seemingly endless, leaving people feeling despair.

The tentacles grew in number, and the group gradually fell into trouble. Their movements became increasingly slow, and their strength was rapidly depleted.

"This isn't going to work. We have to find a way to close this abyss!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was a little hoarse with anxiety, but his eyes still gleamed with determination.

However, they had no idea how to close this mysterious and terrifying abyss, and everyone's heart was filled with anxiety and confusion.

Just when they were feeling desperate, the woman suddenly discovered some strange patterns and words carved on the stone wall next to the abyss. Those patterns and words emitted a faint light, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

"Look over there!" the woman shouted.

Everyone followed her gaze, a glimmer of hope ignited in their eyes.

Zhang Hao stepped forward and carefully examined the patterns and text. "This might be the key to closing the abyss," he said.

Everyone gathered around and began to study the patterns and words, but they were extremely complex and confusing.

As time passed, the tentacles' attacks became more and more fierce.

"Hurry up, we don't have time!" Mo Ying said anxiously.

Zhang Hao's brain raced, trying to decipher the mystery. Finally, he seemed to have found some clues.

"Touch these patterns in this order!" Zhang Hao shouted.

Everyone followed his instructions, and when the last pattern was touched, a huge roar came from the abyss...