Rise of the Otherworld.

The cold arrow shot straight towards Zhang Hao like a dark shadow. In the nick of time, Zhang Hao jerked sideways, the arrow brushing past his sleeve, stirring up a gust of cool air. He felt a sharp pain in his arm from the air currents from the arrow's tip, and he secretly cried out inwardly, "This is not good."

"Despicable! You actually stabbed me in the back!" The herbalist cursed angrily. His eyes widened, his face flushed crimson with anger, and he swung the branch in his hand even harder, as if to vent all his anger.

Zhang Hao frowned, his eyes becoming more fierce: "Be careful, they have a backup plan!" His voice was low and rapid, but it was clearly heard by the herbalists in this chaotic battlefield.

Before he could finish his words, several more arrows whizzed toward him. Their feathers gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like ghosts seeking their lives. Zhang Hao and the herbalist dodged left and right, their figures ghostly. The scene was terrifying. Every dodge felt like a brush with death.

"This isn't going to work. We have to get out!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was filled with determination, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet.

The herbalist responded, "Okay, I'll follow you closely!" Although his voice was trembling, it revealed his firm determination.

Zhang Hao brandished his sword, charging like a whirlwind in the direction of the arrows. His sword traced arcs through the air, its shadows crisscrossing and emitting a chilling glint. Seeing this, the minions surrounded him, attempting to stop him.

Zhang Hao raised and swung his sword, instantly slashing several minions, blood splattering everywhere. Warm blood splattered his face, but he remained oblivious, his eyes filled only with the desire for life and anger at his enemies. The herbalist also fought with all his might against the enemies around him. His branch, though crude, unleashed immense power in his hands, and each blow shone with anger and resentment.

However, the enemy was numerous and their encirclement was shrinking. Zhang Hao and the herbalists' space for movement was constantly shrinking, and the situation was becoming increasingly critical.

"Humph, today is the day you die!" The bearded man laughed triumphantly. His laughter echoed across the battlefield, sounding particularly harsh.

Zhang Hao glared: "It's still uncertain who will win!" His voice sounded like thunder, with endless majesty and indomitable spirit.

At that moment, Zhang Hao spotted a weakness in his enemy. He exerted his strength and thrust his sword at the burly man. His movements were as swift as lightning, his sword thrust unstoppable, and he charged forward with unstoppable momentum. The burly man raised his sword in fear to block, but Zhang Hao's sword pierced his shoulder.

The big man screamed and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his wound, staining the ground beneath him red.

"Boss!" the minions exclaimed. Their eyes were filled with fear and panic, and the once tight encirclement began to loosen slightly.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Hao and the herbalist quickly broke free. They raced through the forest, the dead branches and leaves crunching beneath their feet. The enemy pursued them relentlessly, their shouts and footsteps mingling like a symphony of death.

After running for a while, Zhang Hao found a cliff in front of him. The cliff was bottomless and shrouded in mist, which was daunting.

"Oh no! There's no way out!" The herbalist's face turned pale. He looked at the bottomless cliff and his legs couldn't help but feel weak.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said: "Let's fight. Maybe there is a chance of survival if we jump down!" His eyes were firm, without any hesitation.

The herbalist hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. At this critical juncture, they had no other choice.

Just as the enemy was about to catch up, they jumped off the cliff.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Zhang Hao felt his body plummeting. His heartbeat raced, almost as if it was about to burst out of his throat. "I wonder if I can survive this time..." Zhang Hao thought. Countless images flashed through his mind: the smiling faces of his family, the good old days...

After an unknown amount of time, they fell into a turbulent river.

The river water was icy cold, and Zhang Hao and the herbalist were swept away by the current. The huge impact made it almost impossible for them to breathe. The icy water quickly soaked through their clothes, making their bodies feel extremely heavy.

They finally managed to steady themselves by grabbing onto a rock.

"Cough cough..." The herbalist coughed up a few mouthfuls of water, "We escaped death." His voice was weak and trembling, and his face was full of relief at surviving the disaster.

Zhang Hao looked around and said, "Let's get ashore first." His voice was tired but still firm.

They swam to the shore, exhausted, and lay on the grass on the shore, gasping for breath, as if they were going to breathe out all their remaining breath.

"What should we do next?" the herbalist asked, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

Zhang Hao looked at the mountains in the distance and said, "Find a place to hide first, and then make plans." His eyes were firm, and he already had a preliminary plan in his mind.

Just as they were about to leave, they suddenly heard footsteps...

The footsteps were heavy and slow, as if carrying an invisible pressure. Zhang Hao and the herbalist exchanged glances, and a sense of unease welled up in their hearts again.