Rise of the Otherworld.

The giant figure roared in agony, its light flickering violently, as if ready to go out at any moment. Zhang Hao and the others seized this opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Their eyes burned with unyielding fire, and every movement was filled with determination and strength.

The black-robed figure, swallowing the pain, leaped high once more, his weapon in hand smashing down upon the massive figure with unwavering momentum. His muscles tensed, veins bulging, and every swing of his weapon was accompanied by a roar of fury. "Ah! Break it!" His voice echoed through the mysterious space, filled with boundless rage and determination.

The herbalist, no longer holding back, unearthed all his treasured treasures, concocted a potent poison, and hurled it at the giant figure. The poison, upon contact with the giant figure, produced a powerful corrosive effect, emitting wisps of black smoke and a sizzling sound. His eyes were focused and determined, and his hands continuously tossed the poison, as if engaged in a life-or-death game.

The old man chanted ancient incantations continuously, his staff blazing with light. Powerful spells, like meteors, struck the giant figure's chest. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and onto the ground. But his gaze remained resolute, and the incantation he chanted never faltered.

Zhang Hao, like a god of war, aimed his sword at the giant figure's vital points. His figure darted through the light, his sword flickering, each strike laced with the determination to kill. His breathing was rapid, but the sword in his hand didn't tremble at all. Each strike embodied his desire for victory.

Under their sustained assault, the giant figure finally collapsed, its body transforming into countless points of light, gradually dissipating into the air. In that instant, the entire space seemed to fall silent, with only the sound of their heavy breathing.

"We did it!" the herbalist shouted excitedly, his voice filled with joy and disbelief. A bright smile spread across his face, and tears of excitement sparkled in his eyes.

Everyone collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath. Their bodies had been pushed to their limits, every muscle aching, every bone feeling like it was about to fall apart. But their faces were filled with smiles of triumph, the smile of victory after enduring countless hardships and dangers.

"But we can't let our guard down yet. I wonder if there are other dangers here." Although Zhang Hao was exhausted, he still maintained a sense of clarity. He scanned the surroundings, alert to the possibility of new crises.

At this moment, the space around them began to change. The originally hazy fog gradually dissipated, and a shining exit appeared before them. The exit emitted a soft and warm light, as if beckoning them.

"Is that the exit?" The black-robed man struggled to stand up, his eyes full of anticipation. He looked at the light, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

Zhang Hao nodded, "Maybe, but it could also be a new test." His voice was low and calm, reminding everyone not to be overwhelmed by the scene before them.

Supporting each other, they walked towards the exit. Every step was filled with anticipation and trepidation. Their steps were heavy and slow, their hearts filled with longing for the world beyond the exit, yet also with fear of new dangers awaiting them.

When they finally walked out of the exit, they were stunned by the sight before them.

Before them lay a beautiful, tranquil valley, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and the sun shone brightly. A clear stream flowed through the valley, its gurgling waters whispering an ancient tale. Along the streamside, a riot of color blossomed: red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, vying for beauty and a breathtaking sight.

"Is this... is this the place we've been looking for?" the herbalist muttered to himself, his eyes wide open, filled with surprise and confusion.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and felt the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere. "Maybe, but our mission is not over yet." His eyes were deep and firm as he looked into the depths of the valley.

They rested briefly in the valley, regaining some strength and energy. The warm sunshine shone upon them, dispelling their fatigue and pain. They lay on the soft grass, feeling the gift of nature.

"What should we do next?" the old man asked. His voice was a little tired, but more so with anticipation for the future.

Zhang Hao looked into the distance with a firm gaze, "Keep moving forward and find the secret of the artifact." His voice was not loud, but full of power, igniting new hope and fighting spirit in everyone's hearts.

Everyone nodded. They knew the road ahead was long, but they were ready. They stood up, packed their bags, and headed deeper into the valley. Their figures, illuminated by the sunlight, looked especially resolute and courageous.