Rise of the Otherworld.

Hearing more roars in the distance, everyone's faces turned pale. Zhang Hao endured the pain and gritted his teeth, saying, "Let's go! We can't just sit here and wait for death!" His voice became a little hoarse with nervousness, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground at his feet.

They supported each other as they desperately fled through the forest. Branches and thorns scratched their skin, leaving traces of blood, but they no longer cared about the pain. Every step was heavy and difficult, and their breathing became rapid and disordered.

The herbalist's breathing became more and more rapid, "I... I can't run anymore." His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Every step he took required great effort, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Hold on!" The black-robed man, despite being seriously injured himself, still pulled the herbalist forward. His wounds continued to bleed from the intense exercise, staining his clothes red, but his eyes were filled with determination and unyielding spirit.

The old man led the way, his staff occasionally emitting a faint light, guiding them in the right direction. Although his steps were still steady, his fatigue and weakness were evident.

However, the roaring sound behind them grew closer and closer, as if the monsters would pounce and tear them to pieces at any moment. Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping their hearts.

Zhang Hao was extremely anxious, "This is not a solution, we have to find a place to hide." His heart was beating like a drum and his brain was working fast, thinking about how to deal with it.

Just then, they discovered a narrow cave.

"Go in quickly!" the old man shouted, his voice filled with a hint of urgency and hope.

Everyone quickly entered the cave and hid in a dark corner, not daring to make a sound. Their heartbeats and breathing were particularly clear in the silent cave, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Outside, the footsteps of the monsters were getting closer and closer, and the ground was shaking. Every vibration was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts, making their bodies tremble involuntarily.

"Please don't find us," the herbalist prayed silently in his heart. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and his lips trembled slightly, his heart filled with fear and anxiety.

But a demon beast seemed to have sensed something and lingered outside the cave. Its heavy breathing echoed in the cave entrance, making people shudder.

Zhang Hao gripped his sword tightly, his palms brimming with sweat, ready to engage in a desperate battle with the monster at any moment. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he was ready to die.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second seemed to stretch endlessly. Their heartbeats were remarkably loud in the silence, as if they were the only sound in the darkness.

Finally, the monster left. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they knew the danger was not over yet.

"We have to find a way to leave this forest as soon as possible," Zhang Hao said. His voice was low but full of determination.

"But we are all exhausted, and the black-robed man's injuries are getting worse." The herbalist was worried. He looked at the black-robed man, his eyes full of concern and helplessness.

The old man pondered for a moment, "Perhaps we can look for another way out along the cave." His eyes flickered in the darkness with a hint of expectation.

So, they groped their way through the cave cautiously. The cave was filled with a foul smell, and the ground was slippery, making it easy to fall. Water droplets from the walls dripped onto their bodies, bringing a slight chill.

As we walked, we saw an underground river in front of us. The water was roaring and rushing, making a huge noise.

"The river is flowing fast, how can we get across?" The man in black robe frowned. He looked at the river, his heart filled with worry.

Zhang Hao looked around and said, "Let's see if there is any tool that can be used to cross the river." They began to search around, leaving no corner untouched.

After some searching, they found a rotten wooden board.

"This is the only way to try it," Zhang Hao said, placing the wooden board on the river surface. His hands were shaking, and he wasn't entirely sure.

The herbalist hesitated, "Will this work?"

"There's no other way, I can only take a risk." Zhang Hao took a deep breath and stepped onto the wooden board first.

The wooden board swayed in the river, and Zhang Hao tried hard to keep his balance.

The others followed closely behind, carefully standing on the wooden planks.

The river water hit the wooden board, causing their bodies to sway constantly.

"Everyone be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly.

At this moment, a wave hit and the board instantly lost its balance...