Rise of the Otherworld.

As everyone followed Zhang Hao's instructions and touched the patterns, a deafening roar erupted from the abyss, as if the entire world were trembling. Then, the churning of the black air became even more intense, surging like boiling water, and the tentacles began to twist wildly, like enraged pythons.

"Oh no! Did we make a mistake?" a disciple cried out in terror. His voice was shrill and piercing with extreme fear, and his face was distorted beyond recognition.

Zhang Hao frowned, staring into the abyss with determination and calmness in his eyes: "Don't panic, let's see what happens first." His voice was steady and powerful, trying to calm everyone's panic.

Just as everyone was feeling uneasy, the darkness in the abyss gradually began to shrink, and a powerful suction force came, as if trying to pull them all in. The suction force was like an invisible giant hand, powerful and irresistible.

"Hurry up and grab anything you can hold onto!" Feng Wuhen shouted. His voice was urgent and nervous, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Everyone reached out to grab the surrounding rock protrusions and cracks, their fingers turning white from excessive force. Their bodies teetered under the suction, like leaves in the wind.

The woman was not careful and was pulled into the abyss by the suction force. "Help me!" she cried desperately. Her voice was filled with fear and helplessness, and her eyes were filled with the desire to survive.

Zhang Hao was quick to act, grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her back with all his strength. His arm muscles were tense, veins bulging, and his face flushed red from the effort.

After a thrilling struggle, the suction finally weakened, and the darkness in the abyss gradually condensed into a black sphere, suspended in the air. The sphere emitted an eerie light that made people shudder.

"What the hell is this?" Mo Ying asked, panting heavily. His eyes were filled with confusion and vigilance, and his body was exhausted from the struggle just now.

Zhang Hao approached the sphere cautiously and observed it carefully: "I don't know either, but I feel that it contains huge energy." His voice was low and cautious, for fear of causing any accidents.

Just as Zhang Hao was about to investigate further, a powerful light suddenly erupted from the sphere, and everyone subconsciously closed their eyes. The light was as strong as the midday sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in an unfamiliar space, surrounded by chaos with no end in sight. This chaos was filled with hazy fog, making people feel confused and helpless.

"Where is this?" a disciple cried out, his body trembling and tears welling in his eyes.

"Everyone, calm down. Since we've made it here, there must be a way out," Zhang Hao soothed. His voice was gentle yet firm, bringing a sense of comfort to everyone.

At this moment, a mysterious voice sounded in the space: "You have entered the forbidden area. Only by passing the test can you leave alive." The voice was ethereal, as if it came from the distant sky.

"What test?" Feng Wuhen asked. His voice was urgent and anxious, and his eyes searched around for the source of the sound.

"Next, you will face the deepest fear in your heart. Only by defeating fear can you survive." After the mysterious voice finished speaking, the surrounding scene began to change.

Zhang Hao found himself back in his childhood, in a village ravaged by war. Houses burned fiercely, thick smoke billowing. Family members perished before his eyes, their cries and expressions of pain tearing Zhang Hao's heart apart. The enemy's cries and the clashing of swords filled his ears, and the smell of blood hung heavy in the air.

Mo Ying saw the scene of his defeat in a martial arts competition, where he was beaten to a pulp by his opponent. The mockery of his opponent and the boos of the audience were like sharp swords piercing his heart, making him feel extremely ashamed and guilty.

Feng Wuhen was in a dark forest, being hunted by countless monsters. The monsters were savage and had hideous faces. Feng Wuhen ran desperately, but it seemed that he could not escape the forest.

The woman returned to the moment when she was bullied by the evil man, powerless to resist. The evil man's hideous face and wanton laughter made her feel deep despair and pain.

Everyone was immersed in their own fear, their expressions were painful and distorted, and their bodies were shaking constantly.

Zhang Hao clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms and bleeding, but he was unaware of it. He told himself: "This is over. I can't be controlled by fear anymore." He mustered his courage and rushed towards the enemy.

Mo Ying gritted his teeth and picked up his weapon once more. Facing his former opponent, his fighting spirit was rekindled: "This time, I won't fail again!"

Feng Wuhen stopped, turned around to face the demon, and cast a powerful spell: "I will no longer run away!"

A trace of determination flashed in the woman's eyes, and she fought back against the evildoer: "I am no longer that powerless me!"

With their tenacious struggle, the terrifying scene began to gradually dissipate...