Rise of the Otherworld.

As the crowd resisted stubbornly, the terrifying scene gradually dissipated like smoke. Zhang Hao gasped for breath, his clothes drenched in sweat, each drop a testament to his battle against fear. His chest heaved violently, but his eyes were filled with determination and relief, as if he had undergone a baptism of fire, becoming even more resolute.

Mo Ying collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, a long-lost, relaxed smile on his face. "Finally, I've triumphed over the shadows of the past." His voice carried a hint of fatigue, yet it couldn't conceal his inner joy. He gazed up at the sky, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

Feng Wuhen stood there, feeling the peace within him. His previous fears no longer held him captive. A gentle breeze caressed his face, and he closed his eyes, savoring this moment of peace. He knew that from now on, nothing could easily shake his heart.

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, not from sadness but from relief. A strong light gleamed in her gaze as she whispered, "I will never be haunted by the past again." Her voice, though soft, was filled with power, as if announcing her new life to the world.

However, before they could fully recover from the joy of victory, the chaotic space around them shifted again. Strange runes emerged in the air, gleaming with mysterious light like the bright stars in the night sky. The runes intertwined, forming a complex and mysterious pattern.

A gigantic phantom appeared before everyone, its form blurred, as if shrouded in a mist. But the terrifying pressure emanating from it made everyone's breathing difficult. The pressure was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it almost impossible to straighten one's body.

"What is this?" a disciple asked in a trembling voice. His voice was filled with fear and helplessness. The joy of having just overcome the fear in his heart was instantly replaced by a new fear.

Zhang Hao frowned and stared at the phantom, without a trace of retreat in his eyes: "No matter what it is, we can't retreat." His voice was firm and powerful, as if it injected a shot of adrenaline into everyone.

The phantom suddenly launched an attack, sending a powerful energy wave towards everyone. The energy wave was like a surging ocean wave, carrying the power to destroy everything.

Zhang Hao shouted, "Scatter!" His voice resounded throughout the space at this moment.

Everyone dodged quickly, like scattered birds. The energy wave struck the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and scattering debris, as if the world were ending.

Feng Wuhen observed the phantom's movements and said, "Its attacks seem to follow a pattern." His eyes were focused and sharp, trying to find flaws in the phantom's attacks.

Everyone began to cooperate tacitly, dodging the phantom's attacks and looking for opportunities to counterattack. Their figures shuttled through the space like nimble dancers.

Mo Ying took advantage of a gap in the phantom's attack and rushed forward, swinging his sword at it. His movements were swift and decisive, with an unstoppable momentum. But the sword seemed to strike at the air, without any effect.

"What should I do?" Mo Ying asked anxiously. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead again, and his heart was filled with anxiety.

The woman thought calmly, her eyes roaming over the phantom: "Maybe we need to find its core." Her voice was steady and calm, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

At this moment, Zhang Hao discovered a weak spot on the phantom's body, a spot that shone with a faint light. The light seemed insignificant against the phantom's massive body, but it couldn't escape Zhang Hao's sharp eyes.

"Attack there!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice filled with excitement and determination.

Everyone concentrated their strength and attacked the weak point. Various lights and powers converged together to form a powerful torrent.

The phantom roared in agony, a sound so deafening it made one's scalp tingle. Its form began to become unstable, like a candlelight swaying in the wind.

After a fierce battle, the phantom finally dissipated under the combined attack of everyone. It turned into tiny starlight and disappeared into the chaos.

The chaotic space began to collapse, and cracks spread out, as if the whole world was about to fall apart.

A bright light appeared in front of us, the light was warm and soft, like a beacon of hope.

"It's the exit!" a disciple shouted excitedly. His voice was filled with joy and excitement, as if he saw hope for life.

Everyone rushed towards the light, their steps eager and firm.

Finally left this mysterious and dangerous place.

When they stepped out of the light, they found themselves back in the cave. The air in the cave was damp and cold, but to them, it was like the freshest air.

"We're finally out!" Feng Wuhen exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion and relief.

However, before they could celebrate, they heard a loud noise coming from outside the cave, mixed with shouts and footsteps, which made people feel nervous.

"Oh no, something might be happening outside." Zhang Hao said vigilantly.

Everyone looked at each other, tightened their grip on their weapons, and cautiously walked out of the cave...