Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone rested briefly in the small cave. Zhang Hao's eyes remained fixed on the dense rain of arrows outside, his brain racing to find a way out. The atmosphere in the cave was oppressive and tense, and everyone's breathing was heavy and rapid.

"This isn't a solution. We need to find a way to destroy the source of the mechanism," Zhang Hao whispered. His brow furrowed, his eyes revealing determination and resolve.

The man in black robe responded with a heavy breath: "But the rain of arrows is so dense that we can't go out to find the location of the mechanism." His face was covered with sweat, and his clothes were also soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body.

The old man pondered for a moment: "Perhaps I can use magic to temporarily change the direction of the rain of arrows and buy you some time." His voice was tired, but full of determination.

The herbalist looked worried: "But this will consume a lot of your magic power. What if there is danger later..." His eyes were full of concern and uneasiness.

The old man said firmly: "We can't care about so many things, we must give it a try." There was a determination glint in his eyes, as if he had made all preparations.

With that, the old man stood up, waving his staff with both hands, muttering something. A beam of light shot out from the staff, intersecting with the rain of arrows. In an instant, some of the arrows shifted in direction. The light, like a brilliant star, drew a beautiful arc in the darkness.

"Now!" Zhang Hao shouted, rushing out first. His figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, instantly disappearing in the rain of arrows.

The black-robed man and the herbalist followed closely behind, dodging left and right in the rain of arrows as they rushed towards the possible direction of the trap. Every step was full of danger; if they were not careful, they might be hit by the sharp arrows.

While dodging arrows, Zhang Hao carefully observed his surroundings. His eyes were sharp and observant, not missing a single clue. Suddenly, he noticed a slightly raised stone on one side of the stone wall. The stone was a slightly different color from the surrounding stone walls, making it stand out.

"Perhaps this is the key!" he cried, and swung his sword at the stone. His movements were clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The moment the swords made contact with the stone, the rain of arrows abruptly ceased. The entire space fell silent, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.

"Success!" the herbalist shouted excitedly. His face was filled with joy and excitement, as if he had forgotten the danger he had just encountered.

However, before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, the ground suddenly began to shake violently. The shaking was like a quake, making it almost impossible for them to stand still.

"Oh no, there are other traps!" The black-robed man's face changed drastically. His voice was filled with fear and tension.

Huge cracks appeared on the ground, and hot magma gushed out from the cracks. The magma was like a giant red dragon, rushing towards them with its fangs and claws bared.

Zhang Hao made a prompt decision: "Run to higher ground!" His voice was exceptionally clear in the chaos, pointing everyone in the direction.

They ran desperately towards a nearby boulder, but the ground beneath their feet kept collapsing as if it was going to swallow them up.

After struggling to climb the boulder, the magma churned beneath their feet, and the heat waves burned their cheeks. The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, making it difficult to breathe.

"What should we do? Are we going to be trapped here?" The herbalist's voice was filled with despair. He looked at the sea of ​​fire around him, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Don't lose heart, there will definitely be a way." His voice was firm and powerful, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

At this moment, the old man noticed some vines hanging above his head. Those vines swayed slightly in the heat wave, as if waving to them.

"We can use these vines to swing across!" the old man shouted, his voice trembling with excitement.

Zhang Hao nodded: "I'll go over and explore the way first." He took a deep breath, grabbed a vine, swung hard, and successfully landed on the safe area opposite.

"Come one by one, don't rush!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice echoed in the empty space, bringing courage and confidence to everyone.

With Zhang Hao's help, everyone successfully escaped with the help of vines. Their bodies were covered with dust and sweat, but their eyes were shining with hope.

They continued to move forward, carefully preparing for the various traps that might appear. Every step was filled with uncertainty and danger, but they did not retreat in the slightest.

A damp smell filled the passage, and strange lights flickered on the walls. Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out, and a group of black bats pounced towards them.

Zhang Hao brandished his sword, repelling the bats one after another. "Everyone, be careful, don't get bitten by them!" he shouted.

The man in black robe also used his unique skills. Rays of light shot out from his hands, driving away the bats.

The herbalists kept throwing herbs to create smoke to interfere with the bats' vision.

With the joint efforts of everyone, they finally got rid of the bat attack.

But they know that the road ahead is still long and more challenges are waiting for them...