Rise of the Otherworld.

The bird screamed and circled in the air, ready to strike again. Its massive wings whipped up a fierce wind, which surged like a raging wave, causing everyone to teeter on the cliff face. Zhang Hao's clothes rustled in the wind, and his hair was messy, but his eyes remained firm and sharp.

"Everyone, hold on!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly, his voice nearly broken by the raging wind, but the determination within was clearly heard by everyone. He gripped the sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and stared intently at the bird, as if to pierce it with his gaze.

The old man muttered something, and mysterious runes emerged before him, converging into a beam of magical light that shot towards the bird. The light was like a meteor, carrying with it a powerful force and the old man's hope. But the bird nimbly dodged the attack with ease, its lightning-fast speed making the old man's expression even more solemn.

The black-robed man took the opportunity to throw a dagger at the bird. The dagger flashed through the air with a sound of breaking wind. However, it only grazed the bird's feathers, failing to cause any substantial damage.

The herbalist turned pale with fear, his hands tightly grasping the vines, his body trembling uncontrollably. His teeth chattered, his eyes squeezed shut, afraid to look at the dangerous scene before him.

The bird swooped down again, this time targeting the man in black robes. Its sharp claws gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like the scythe of the god of death.

The black-robed man dodged sideways with a swift and breathtaking movement, narrowly avoiding the bird's sharp claws. His heartbeat quickened, and his breathing became rapid.

"This isn't going to work. We have to attack it together!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was filled with anxiety and determination, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Upon hearing this, everyone used their strongest moves.

Zhang Hao's sword glowed with light, burning like a flame. He swung it with all his might, and a stream of sword energy slashed towards the flying bird. The sword energy whistled past, tearing the air apart with a sharp sound.

The old man's magic light shone again, like a chain flying towards the bird. The chain shimmered with mysterious runes, containing a powerful binding force.

The black-robed man's weapon also continued to attack the bird. His movements were like a whirlwind and every blow was filled with the determination to kill.

The herbalist also took out some medicinal powder from his pocket and sprinkled it on the flying birds. The powder spread in the air, forming a green mist.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the bird was finally hit and flew away screaming. Its feathers were scattered all over the ground, and there were multiple wounds on its body. Blood stained its wings red.

"Phew, I finally got rid of it." Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. His shoulders trembled slightly from the pain, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

However, before they could recover, a new crisis appeared on the cliff.

Some black insects crawled out from the cracks in the rocks and quickly crawled towards them. The insects were so dense that they looked like a black tide, which made people's scalps tingle.

"What the hell is this?" the black-robed man frowned. His voice was filled with disgust and vigilance. Looking at the insects, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

These insects were huge, covered in spikes that gleamed coldly, looking terrifying. Their eyes flashed red, as if filled with a desire to kill.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what it is, let's solve it first!" There was no trace of retreat in his voice, only the determination to move forward courageously.

Everyone joined the battle again and fought a desperate battle with these insects.

Zhang Hao waved his sword, the sword shadow flashed, and each sword could kill a few insects, but the number of insects was too large, and they kept coming one after another, making him overwhelmed.

The old man cast a spell, and flames spewed out from his hands, burning the insects, but the insects were not afraid and continued to come.

The black-robed man's weapon shuttled through the swarm of insects, bringing up pieces of black blood, but his physical strength was also rapidly depleted.

The herbalists kept throwing out powder in an attempt to stop the insects from advancing, but with little effect.

The insects continued to swarm, and the people gradually felt a little powerless. Their movements became slower and their breathing became more rapid.

At this moment, the mysterious woman stood by and watched coldly, showing no intention of helping. Her face remained expressionless as she watched them struggle on the brink of life and death.

"Girl, please help us!" the herbalist couldn't help but shout.

The woman remained unmoved, as if their life and death had nothing to do with her.

Zhang Hao's heart was filled with anger, but he knew he couldn't be distracted at this moment, so he could only desperately resist the insects' attack...