Rise of the Otherworld.

"Everyone, be careful! There might be something else going on!" Zhang Hao regained his vigilance. Everyone's nerves, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again, their eyes scanning the surroundings nervously. Everyone's breathing became rapid, and their heartbeats were especially clear in the silence.

At this moment, the noises in the woods grew closer, as if something was rapidly approaching. An invisible pressure enveloped them, making it difficult to breathe. The pressure was like a heavy dark cloud, almost suffocating them.

The herbalist couldn't help but trembled and said, "Could it be another group of ferocious beasts?" His voice was filled with obvious fear, and his lips trembled unconsciously.

Zhang Hao gripped his sword tightly and said with a firm look: "No matter what, we must be prepared." His eyes revealed determination and his posture was upright, like an unshakable mountain.

Suddenly, a group of dark figures emerged from the woods, but this time they were not beasts, but a group of mysterious people in black cloaks. Their figures were looming in the night, as eerie as ghosts.

"Who are you?" the black-robed man demanded sharply. His voice was filled with anger and vigilance, his weapon tightly gripped, ready to attack at any moment.

The mysterious men didn't respond, but launched their attacks directly. Their weapons gleamed with a strange light, their attacks fierce and vicious. Each strike was filled with a killing determination, making it impossible to defend against it.

Zhang Hao and his companions were forced to engage in battle. During the fierce clash, Zhang Hao discovered that the strength of these mysterious individuals should not be underestimated. Each of their moves contained immense power. Their movements were like those of ghosts, swift and unpredictable.

While resisting the attack, the old man said, "Their martial arts are very strange, and it seems that they are not common on this continent." There was a hint of doubt and worry in his voice, and sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

Zhang Hao's heart tightened, realizing that the enemy he encountered this time was unusual. However, he did not retreat at all, but instead fought back against the enemy's attacks even more bravely.

The battle intensified, and Zhang Hao and his companions gradually felt overwhelmed. However, the mysterious men grew more courageous and gradually gained the upper hand. Their attacks became increasingly fierce, leaving Zhang Hao and his companions exhausted and unable to defend themselves.

"We can't go on like this!" Zhang Hao shouted, "Everyone concentrate our strength and break through in one direction!" His voice was particularly loud in the noise of the battle, full of firm determination.

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered their strength and rushed in one direction. Their eyes burned with the desire to survive, and they burst out with unprecedented strength.

After a desperate fight, they finally broke through the mysterious man's encirclement. Everyone's body was covered with wounds, and their clothes were stained red with blood, but they did not dare to stop for a moment.

"Hurry up!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was a little hoarse, but still full of strength.

The crowd didn't dare to stop and desperately fled the scene. Their footsteps echoed in the mountains and forests, breaking the tranquility of the night.

After running for an unknown amount of time, they arrived at a valley. A thick fog filled the valley, obscuring the path ahead. The fog was like a white curtain, shrouding everything in a world filled with uncertainty and danger.

"This fog is too thick. Where should we go?" the herbalist asked anxiously. His voice was filled with helplessness and confusion, and his eyes looked around in the thick fog.

Zhang Hao looked around and said, "Let's find a place to hide first and make plans after the fog clears." Although his voice was calm, his heart was filled with anxiety.

They found a secluded cave in the valley and hid in it. The cave was dark and damp, with a pungent smell.

Everyone sat in the cave, breathing heavily, their wounds reopened from the intense exercise, blood staining their clothes. Everyone's face was filled with exhaustion and pain.

"Who are these mysterious people?" the black-robed man asked, panting heavily. His eyes were filled with anger and confusion, and he was eager to find the answer immediately.

Zhang Hao frowned and fell into deep thought: "I don't know, but they are definitely coming for us." His brain was working fast, trying to find out the purpose and identity of these mysterious people.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the cave. The footsteps were slow and heavy, and each step seemed to step on everyone's heart.

"Shh!" Zhang Hao signaled everyone to keep quiet.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the cave entrance nervously.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the cave entrance. For a moment, the atmosphere in the cave was extremely tense...