Rise of the Otherworld.

Suddenly, a chilling wind blew, rustling the leaves. The sound was like a mournful wail, sending chills down one's spine. A gloomy atmosphere permeated the air, like invisible tentacles gently caressing everyone's skin, bringing a chilling feeling.

Zhang Hao lowered his voice and said, "Everyone, be careful. This wind is coming from somewhere strange." His voice was low, but full of vigilance. His eyes gleamed with determination in the thick fog, and he held his sword tightly, ready to deal with any danger that might arise.

Everyone advanced with increasing caution. The thick fog obscured their vision, and every step was fraught with unknown danger. The surrounding trees were tall and eerie, their branches intertwined like giant claws, trying to grab them. The fallen leaves and weeds on the ground crunched underfoot, like a prelude to death.

The herbalist followed Zhang Hao closely, his voice trembling as he said, "I feel like something is watching us." His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear. With every step he took, he couldn't help but look back, as if something terrible would suddenly pounce on him from behind.

The old man frowned and looked around: "There seem to be many mysteries hidden in this fog." His voice was steady and solemn, and the staff in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a faint light, trying to dispel the fog around him.

The black-robed figure remained silent, vigilantly observing the surroundings. His figure loomed in the thick fog, like a ghost, always ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

At this moment, a low roar came from not far away. The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless anger and violence.

"Oh no! There might be a ferocious beast!" Zhang Hao clenched his sword. His heartbeat quickened, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. But his eyes remained firm, showing no sign of retreat.

The roar grew closer, almost as if it were right next to their ears. Everyone's heart was in their throat, and the tense atmosphere was like an invisible net, enveloping them tightly.

Suddenly, a massive white tiger leaped out of the fog, its maw gaping wide as it lunged at them. Its massive body, its white fur barely visible through the thick fog, gleamed with an eerie light. Its eyes were red, brimming with murderous intent.

Zhang Hao dodged sideways and swung his sword at the white tiger. The sword collided with the tiger's claws, sending up a shower of sparks. His movements were swift and decisive, undeterred by the tiger's ferocity.

The white tiger dodged nimbly, turned around and pounced again. Its speed was so fast that it created a gust of wind that made everyone's clothes rustle.

The old man quickly cast a spell, and a beam of light shot towards the white tiger. Like lightning, it instantly illuminated the surrounding fog. But the white tiger only paused briefly before continuing its attack.

The herbalist collapsed to the ground in fear, bewildered. His lips trembled, and he couldn't even scream.

The black-robed figure took the opportunity to leap behind the white tiger and attack. His figure was like a ghost, and the weapon in his hand flashed with cold light as he stabbed at the white tiger's back.

The white tiger was enraged by the crowd's attacks, and its attacks became more and more fierce. It waved its claws and spewed a black smoke from its mouth, making the surrounding air even more turbid.

While dodging, Zhang Hao discovered that the white tiger's left eye seemed to be injured. He shouted loudly: "Attack its left eye!" His voice was particularly clear in the chaos, pointing everyone in the direction.

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attacks on the White Tiger's left eye. Various weapons and spells flew towards the White Tiger's left eye, forming a brilliant attack wave.

The white tiger roared in agony, its voice echoing through the forest and startling a flock of birds. Finally defeated, it turned and fled into the fog. Its figure gradually disappeared in the thick mist, leaving only silence.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their clothes soaked with sweat, but they knew the danger was not over.

They continued to grope their way through the forest. After walking for an unknown amount of time, they found that the fog seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and they were completely lost.

"What should I do?" the herbalist said in despair. His voice was filled with helplessness and fear, and his eyes had lost the light of hope.

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment: "We can't lose our composure. Let's first look for anything iconic." His voice was still firm, bringing a sense of comfort to everyone.

Just then, they saw a huge old locust tree in front of them, with some strange strips of cloth hanging on the tree. The strips of cloth fluttered in the wind, like mysterious symbols.

Zhang Hao approached the old locust tree and carefully examined the strips of cloth. "This seems to be some kind of guidance," he muttered to himself.

The old man also stepped forward and said, "Perhaps this is the clue for us to get out of the fog."

Just as they were about to study these strips of cloth, a sinister laugh suddenly came from the surroundings...