Rise of the Otherworld.

At that moment, several unfamiliar faces suddenly appeared in the crowd, their eyes fixed on Zhang Hao and the others. Zhang Hao's heart tightened, a sense of foreboding washing over him. His eyes instantly grew fierce, and his muscles unconsciously tensed, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

The men exchanged glances and slowly gathered around Zhang Hao and the others. Their steps were steady and powerful, each one carrying a sense of oppression. Zhang Hao whispered, "Everyone, be careful. Something's wrong." His voice was deep and serious, like the dull beat of a drum in everyone's ears.

The man in black robe gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, his eyes revealing a fierce look: "Here we are, with ill intentions, get ready for a fight!" His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of anger and determination.

The herbalist unconsciously took a few steps back, his face pale. His lips trembled slightly, and his hands shook constantly, obviously frightened by the sudden tension.

The old man remained calm, his staff slightly raised, ready to cast a spell at any moment. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he had already seen through everything.

The men were getting closer and closer, and finally one of them spoke up, "Are you the ones being hunted by the mysterious organization?" His voice was hoarse and gloomy, like a call from hell.

Zhang Hao looked at him coldly: "So what?" His eyes were full of disdain and provocation, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

"Hmph, then you can't leave today!" The man gave the order, and they all drew their weapons. The weapons flashed coldly in the sunlight, making people shudder.

A fierce battle erupted in the town streets. Zhang Hao flashed, his sword piercing his opponent like lightning. His movements were swift and decisive, his sword swift as the wind, instantly forcing his opponent back. The black-robed figure roared, engaging the enemy in close combat. Each of his punches whirred with the sound of wind, and each kick seemed to crush the earth.

The old man swung his staff, and a beam of light shot out, striking an enemy. Like lightning, the light instantly knocked the enemy to the ground. The herbalist stood by, anxiously searching for an opportunity to use herbs to distract the enemy. His hand fumbled in the cloth bag at his waist, his eyes nervously watching the battle unfold.

However, the enemy's strength should not be underestimated. They cooperated well, and Zhang Hao and others gradually fell into trouble. The enemy's attacks came like a tide, making them overwhelmed.

"This isn't going to work!" Zhang Hao was extremely anxious. His forehead was covered in sweat and his breathing became rapid.

At this moment, the town guards heard the news and rushed over. They were dressed in neat armor, holding spears, and marching in a steady and powerful pace.

"Stop!" the captain of the guard shouted. His voice was loud and commanding, instantly drowning out the clamor on the battlefield.

The two sides stopped fighting temporarily, but their eyes were still filled with hostility, as if another conflict would break out at any moment.

"You're causing trouble in town, don't you want to live?" The captain of the guard glared at them. His eyes darted back and forth between the two sides, filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

Zhang Hao hurriedly explained: "Captain, they were the ones who provoked us first." There was a hint of anxiety and grievance in his voice.

But the strangers retorted: "They were the first to attack." Their expressions were distorted and their eyes were full of cunning.

The captain of the guard team frowned and said, "I will investigate it thoroughly. Until then, you all stay here." His tone was unquestionable and made it impossible to refute.

In desperation, Zhang Hao and others had to follow the guard team to the guard station.

In the guardhouse, each side held its own opinion.

"We were just passing through here, and they attacked us for no reason," Zhang Hao said. His eyes were firm and his tone was sincere.

"Nonsense! It's you who are acting suspiciously," the stranger retorted, their voices shrill and their expressions ferocious.

The captain of the guard team pondered for a moment: "I will investigate it thoroughly. Before that, you all stay here." His eyes swept back and forth between the two sides, trying to find out the truth.

Zhang Hao and the others were locked in a dark, damp room filled with a foul odor.

"This is trouble," the herbalist said worriedly, his brow furrowed as he paced back and forth in the room.

"Don't worry, there will always be a way," Zhang Hao consoled him, his eyes scanning the room for clues to escape.

They began searching the house for a chance to escape. Zhang Hao carefully observed the wall and noticed a brick that seemed loose. He walked over and gently pushed it.

"Maybe this is a breakthrough." Zhang Hao said.

The man in black robe also came over and tried to push the brick away with Zhang Hao.

The old man was thinking about countermeasures, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The herbalist continued to search the house for other things that might be useful.

After some effort, they finally pushed the brick away and found a narrow passage behind it...