Rise of the Otherworld.

Hearing the soldiers' shouts and the blast of the bugle, Zhang Hao and the others' hearts instantly jumped into their throats. The sound was like a death spell, straining every nerve in their bodies to the utmost.

"Don't stop! Run!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice filled with urgency. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes revealed determination. Sweat streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet.

Mo Ying gritted his teeth and charged forward, his sword tightly gripped, ready to respond to the enemy's attack at any time. His breathing was rapid, and every gasp seemed to be desperately drawing strength from the air.

Feng Wuhen cast a spell, forming a barrier behind him, trying to block the pursuing soldiers. The barrier shone with mysterious light, but it was crumbling under the soldiers' attacks.

Not to be outdone, the woman followed closely behind the others, her eyes determined. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and despite her petite figure, her steps were remarkably firm.

The soldiers were getting closer and closer, and the shouts of killing were deafening. The sound was like surging waves, crashing against their mental defenses one after another.

"Fight them!" Mo Ying roared, turning and charging towards the soldiers. His figure was like an angry lion, filled with endless rage.

It was too late for Zhang Hao to intervene. He watched as Mo Ying engaged in a fierce battle with the soldier in front of him. His sword flashed cold rays through the air, each strike carrying a killing determination.

Feng Wuhen took the opportunity to unleash a powerful spell, knocking down a group of soldiers and relieving the pressure on Mo Ying. The light of the spell illuminated the surrounding darkness, but also attracted the attention of more enemies.

"Mo Ying, come back quickly!" Zhang Hao shouted anxiously. His voice seemed so small in the chaos, but it was full of concern.

After Mo Ying chopped down a soldier, he quickly returned to the group. His body was covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

By this time, they had reached the edge of the camp, where a high fence blocked their way. The fence was like an insurmountable chasm, standing in the way of their hope of survival.

"Climb over!" Zhang Hao said, and he was the first to climb up the fence. He used his hands and feet together, his movements were swift and decisive.

Others followed suit, and as they struggled to scale the fence, the soldiers' attacks intensified.

An arrow shot towards the woman. "Be careful!" Zhang Hao was quick to pull the woman aside. The arrow grazed her shoulder and flew past. At that moment, the woman's face turned pale and her eyes were filled with fear.

Finally, they climbed over the fence and continued their desperate escape, their footsteps leaving deep marks on the grass, as if writing their path to survival.

However, the soldiers behind were still chasing them, and the sound of their footsteps was like the beating of a death drum, making people tremble with fear.

"This isn't a solution. We need to disperse!" Feng Wuhen said. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but his eyes remained firm.

"No, it's too dangerous!" Zhang Hao objected. His eyes swept across everyone's faces, filled with worry.

"This is our only chance, believe me!" Feng Wuhen's eyes were extremely firm. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and see a glimmer of hope.

Zhang Hao hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. At this critical moment, every decision could determine their fate.

So, everyone dispersed and ran in different directions.

Zhang Hao was running through the woods, branches scratching his face and arms, but he didn't feel any pain. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape from here.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the front.

"Could it be the enemy?" Zhang Hao's heart tightened, and he hid behind a large tree. His heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent woods, as if telling of his inner fear.

He held his breath, staring intently at the direction of the footsteps. Seeing a figure approaching, Zhang Hao clenched his sword, ready to strike at any moment...