Rise of the Otherworld.

The mysterious figure dodged left and right in the passage, trying to escape the pursuit, but Zhang Hao and the others pursued him relentlessly, not giving him a chance to breathe. The passage was filled with a tense atmosphere, and everyone's breathing became rapid and heavy.

"You bunch of fools, do you really think you can catch me?" the mysterious man shouted, a hint of panic in his voice. His eyes were filled with anger and fear, and his original arrogance had been greatly weakened.

Zhang Hao's eyes were icy. "Don't even think about escaping today!" He quickened his pace, swinging his sword once again with a fierce blast of energy. The energy sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if slicing everything in its path in two.

The mysterious man dodged sideways, but the sword still slashed his arm. He grimaced in pain, his rage growing even stronger. "Damn it!" he cursed, and black energy surged from his hand again, attempting to strike back.

The black-robed man took the opportunity to cast a binding spell. Ropes of light flew towards the mysterious man, temporarily trapping his hands and feet. The ropes of light tightly wrapped around the mysterious man's body, restricting his movements.

"Now!" the old man shouted, and a powerful light flashed from the tip of his staff, striking the mysterious man's chest. Like a sharp arrow, the light instantly pierced the mysterious man's defenses.

The mysterious man roared in agony, the sound reverberating through the passage, deafening. He struggled desperately to break free, the black energy surrounding his body surging wildly, trying to break free from the restraints of the light ropes.

Not to be outdone, the herbalist pulled out a packet of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it at the mysterious man. The powder transformed into a cloud of smoke in the air, enveloping the mysterious man's head. The mysterious man was dazed by this sudden attack, coughing non-stop, and his eyes were irritated by the powder, making it difficult to open.

The mysterious man's strength also weakened a lot, and his movements became slow and weak.

Zhang Hao saw the right moment, leaped up, and with all his strength, thrust the sword fiercely into the mysterious man's heart. The sword penetrated deep into the mysterious man's body, and black blood gushed out from the wound.

The mysterious man's eyes widened, filled with despair and unwillingness. A mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body slowly fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"Finally got rid of him!" The herbalist breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground. His face was covered with sweat and fatigue, and his body was trembling slightly from excessive tension and fatigue.

However, before anyone could celebrate, the surroundings suddenly underwent a drastic change. The tunnel began to shake violently, countless cracks appeared on the walls, and debris fell. The entire tunnel seemed to be collapsing, a terrifying sight.

"Oh no! This place is going to collapse!" the black-robed man exclaimed, his voice filled with fear and anxiety.

Everyone hurried towards the exit. Their footsteps were particularly rapid in the swaying passage, and their heartbeats quickened.

While running, Zhang Hao found a huge rock blocking his way. The rock was so huge that it looked like a small mountain.

"Everyone, push it away together!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was firm and powerful, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

Everyone worked together, pooling all their strength. Zhang Hao gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, using the blade as leverage to pry the stone. The man in black robes cast a spell, increasing everyone's strength. The old man and the herbalist also pushed the stone with their hands, letting out low roars.

Finally, with the joint efforts of everyone, the stone was slowly pushed away.

Just as they were about to reach the exit, a powerful gust of air struck from behind, blowing them all over the place. The air was like a hurricane, carrying the power to destroy everything.

"Hold on!" the old man shouted to encourage everyone. His voice was a little weak in the strong wind, but it was full of firm belief.

Everyone held on tightly to the walls and protruding rocks around them, trying to maintain their balance.

As they struggled forward, Zhang Hao's arm was scratched and bleeding. The herbalist's clothes were torn and his body was covered in scratches. The black-robed man's magic light dimmed, clearly draining a great deal of his mana. The old man's breathing became rapid, and a pained expression crossed his face.

But they did not give up and moved closer to the exit step by step.

Finally, they managed to escape from the passage before it completely collapsed.

The sun shone on them, bringing a glimmer of warmth and hope. They lay on the ground, gasping for breath, their faces showing the joy of surviving the disaster...