Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone panicked. Zhang Hao shouted, "Calm down! Find a way out!" His voice echoed through the trembling cave, trying to calm everyone's panicked minds. Although his face was also filled with tension and anxiety, his resolute gaze was like a beacon in the darkness, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.

The black-robed man looked around frantically. "This damn place, there's no way out!" His tone was filled with despair and anger. His eyes were wide, veins bulged on his forehead, and the weapon in his hand made a slight clinking sound as he trembled.

The old man frowned, trying to remain calm. "Don't panic, everyone. Let's first observe the pattern of the wall's movement." His gaze fixed on the slowly shifting stone wall, a look of thought and analysis. Although his breathing was rapid, he remained composed, trying to find a clue in this chaotic situation.

The herbalist was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, muttering to himself: "Are we going to die here..." His face was as pale as paper and his body kept shaking, as if he had lost all his courage and strength.

Zhang Hao rushed over and pulled up the herbalist, "Don't give up, as long as you are still alive, there is hope!" His eyes were firm and powerful, and his hands tightly grasped the herbalist's shoulders, giving him strength and support.

At this moment, rocks continued to fall from overhead, and the ground shook with increasing intensity. Each falling rock was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, threatening to take their lives at any moment. Zhang Hao dodged the falling rocks while observing his surroundings. His nimble form was like a leopard, moving effortlessly through this perilous environment.

Suddenly, he noticed that a section of the rock wall was moving relatively slowly. "Quick, rush over there!" he shouted, leading everyone to run in that direction. His voice was filled with urgency and anticipation, as if that was their last straw.

Everyone followed closely behind, running desperately. Their footsteps echoed in the cave, along with the sound of heavy breathing and heartbeats. But just as they were about to reach the place, a huge rock fell from the sky, blocking their way.

"Let's fight!" the black-robed man roared, raising his weapon and smashing it against the rocks. His strength erupted at this moment, and every attack carried his desire to survive.

Zhang Hao and the old man joined in, attacking the stone with all their might. Their sweat poured down like rain, their arms aching from the exertion. But they didn't flinch, their only conviction being to break through this obstacle.

After some effort, the stone was finally broken. The broken stones flew everywhere, scratching their cheeks and arms, but they ignored the pain and continued to rush forward.

They continued to charge forward, but the cave was changing faster and faster, and new dangers kept appearing. The walls were squeezing faster and faster, and deep cracks appeared in the ground, as if they were about to swallow them up.

"This isn't a solution!" the old man gasped. His voice was filled with fatigue and helplessness, but he still didn't give up thinking.

Zhang Hao's brain was working rapidly, "There must be a way to open that stone door. That may be our only way out!" There was determination in his eyes, and he kept thinking about various possibilities in his mind.

Everyone returned to the stone gate. The runes on the stone gate glowed even brighter. The light was like a burning flame, making it impossible to look directly at it.

"This rune might be some kind of code," the herbalist suddenly said. His voice was weak, but it caught everyone's attention at this tense moment.

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up, "Let's think about it together, is there any clue that can unlock the secret of this rune?" He swept his eyes over everyone, hoping to find the answer from everyone's memories.

Just as they racked their brains, the cave began to shake even more violently, as if the whole world was about to collapse. Rocks large and small fell, raising clouds of dust.

"No time!" the black-robed man shouted anxiously. His voice was almost a roar, and the fear and anxiety in his heart reached a peak.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Everyone, think back to everything we have encountered along the way. Maybe one of them holds the key to unlocking the rune." His voice was steady and powerful, trying to calm everyone down.

The old man tried to recall, "The scale patterns on the water monster we just defeated seem to be somewhat similar to this rune."

The herbalist also hurriedly said, "And the spring in the cave, the direction of the water flow seems to have a pattern."

Zhang Hao quickly integrated these clues in his mind, and suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, "Maybe we need to touch these runes in a specific order!"

Without hesitation, everyone followed Zhang Hao's instructions. The moment their fingers touched the rune, a strong light burst out from the stone gate...