Rise of the Otherworld.

With trepidation, the group gradually approached the ancient castle. The castle walls, shrouded in moonlight, looked eerie and cold, as if they spoke of the vicissitudes of time. The towering towers reached the sky, creating a strong sense of oppression.

"This castle doesn't look right. Everyone, be careful," Zhang Hao said in a low voice, gripping his sword tighter. His eyes scanned the surroundings warily, not missing any suspicious movement.

They walked to the castle gate, which was tightly closed and covered with strange patterns and symbols. Those patterns seemed to be some kind of ancient curse, which made people shudder.

The man in black robe reached out and gently touched the door. "This door feels like it exudes an evil aura." His voice was particularly clear in the silent night, with a hint of trembling.

At this moment, the door slowly opened, and a stale and decayed smell came in. There was a pungent smell in the smell that made people want to vomit.

After a moment's hesitation, everyone decided to enter the castle. It was dark inside, lit only by a few flickering oil lamps on the walls. The flickering light made the scene inside even more eerie.

"Watch your step," the old man warned. His voice was low and hoarse, echoing in the empty castle.

They walked cautiously, the stone pavement beneath their feet creaking, as if protesting their intrusion. Suddenly, a sinister laugh was heard. The laughter echoed throughout the castle, rising and falling, making people's hair stand on end.

"Who?" The herbalist turned pale with fear. His voice was filled with obvious fear, and his body stepped back involuntarily.

Laughter echoed throughout the castle, but no source could be found. It seemed to come from everywhere, and also from the depths of their hearts.

They continued walking forward and came to a hall. In the center of the hall stood a huge statue with a hideous face and wide-open eyes, as if glaring at them.

"What on earth is this place?" the black-robed man muttered to himself, his eyes drawn to the statue and unable to move away.

At this moment, the statue's eyes suddenly flashed red light. The light instantly illuminated the entire hall, making everyone's figures appear particularly small in the light.

"Oh no! There's danger!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice broke the brief silence, bringing everyone back to their senses.

A group of dark shadows emerged from around the statue and rushed towards them. They were extremely fast and were in front of them in an instant.

Everyone immediately began to fight. Zhang Hao's sword flashed coldly in the darkness, and every swing could repel a dark shadow. His movements were swift and decisive, and his eyes were full of determination.

The black-robed figure cast a powerful spell, illuminating a corner of the hall. He muttered something, and the magical weapon in his hand emitted a dazzling light, pushing back the dark shadows one by one.

The old man continued to cast protective spells for everyone, his staff dancing in the air, drawing mysterious runes. Those runes shimmered with light, forming a protective shield that enveloped everyone.

The herbalists assisted, throwing hidden weapons made from various herbs. Those hidden weapons streaked green light through the air, making a sizzling sound when they hit the black shadow.

After a fierce battle, the shadow was finally eliminated. The hall was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel suffocated.

They were panting, and before they had time to rest, another door appeared on the side of the hall, and faint crying sounds came from inside. The crying was sad and miserable, which made people feel pity.

"What's going on?" the herbalist's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Zhang Hao looked at everyone and said, "No matter what, we have to go and take a look." His voice was tired but still firm.

They walked through the door and found themselves in a room filled with coffins. The coffins were neatly arranged, exuding a scent of death. In the corner of the room, a white figure loomed.

"Who is it?" Zhang Hao asked loudly.

The figure slowly turned around, revealing a pale face...