Rise of the Otherworld.

The sand beneath their feet trembled more violently, and from afar, a billowing dust billowed in like a tsunami. Everyone's faces paled, their hearts filled with despair. The dust, swirling across the sky, obscured the sun, as if the apocalypse were approaching.

Zhang Hao suppressed his physical fatigue and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone. Let's find a place to hide first!" His voice was so weak in the strong wind, but it was filled with firm determination.

However, all they could see was a vast sea of ​​sand, with rolling dunes constantly shifting in the wind. There was no place to hide. Every grain of sand seemed to mock their helplessness, and every gust of wind seemed to urge them towards death.

The black-robed man gasped and said desperately, "There's nowhere to escape!" His eyes were filled with fear and despair, his usual composure long gone. His clothes rustled in the wind, a manifestation of his inner fear.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the old man suddenly pointed to the leeward side of a sand dune not far away and said, "Maybe we can take shelter there for a while!" His voice trembled with excitement, but it gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

Without hesitation, everyone rushed in that direction. Their footsteps left deep marks in the sand, which were then instantly obscured by the wind. Every step was filled with hardship, and every breath felt like swallowing sand.

As soon as we reached the leeward side, the herd of sand beasts was already close at hand. Dozens of them roared, their voices deafening, as if they could shatter a person's soul. Their figures loomed in the dust, adding a touch of terror to the atmosphere.

Zhang Hao swung his sword at a charging sand beast, but was knocked back several steps by its overwhelming force. His arm went numb, and he could barely hold the sword. But he gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

The herbalist threw out the few remaining herbs in an attempt to slow the sand beast's attack, but it had little effect. The herbs seemed so small in front of the sand beast that they were trampled underfoot in an instant.

The woman was trembling with fear, but she mustered up her courage and waved the dagger around. Her eyes were filled with fear, but she did not retreat. Every wave was filled with the desire to survive.

The old man continued to cast spells, but his magic power was almost exhausted, and the power of his spells was greatly reduced. The light on his staff became increasingly dim, as if the candle of his life was swaying in the wind.

The black-robed man gritted his teeth, desperately unleashing his final spell. Rays of light exploded among the sand beasts, but it was only a drop in the bucket. His face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaky.

The sand beasts' attacks grew more and more fierce, leaving many wounds on their bodies. Blood stained their clothes red, mixing with the sand and dust to form a despairing color.

"Am I really going to die here?" Zhang Hao was filled with resentment. His eyes burned with anger, and he swung his sword even more fiercely.

Just then, a burst of bird calls suddenly filled the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a flock of gigantic birds flying toward them. Their feathers were vibrant and colorful, their wings broad and powerful, each one resembling a legendary divine bird.

The birds swooped down on the sand beasts and engaged in a fierce battle with them. Their claws were extremely sharp, their beaks like swords, and every attack could cause considerable damage to the sand beasts.

"This is our chance!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was filled with hope, as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness.

Taking advantage of the chaos, everyone rushed out, weaving in and out of the melee between sand beasts and flying birds, dodging their attacks.

Zhang Hao protected everyone and kept repelling the approaching sand beasts. His sword left wounds on the sand beasts, and blood splattered everywhere.

The herbalist accidentally fell while running, and saw a sand beast about to pounce on him. The woman pulled him up without hesitation and continued to move forward.

As the old man ran, he observed the surrounding situation and guided everyone.

The man in black robe was holding off the pursuing sand beasts from behind to buy time for everyone.

Finally, they broke out of the encirclement of the sand beasts, but at this time, they were still in the desert, with an uncertain future.

The wind was still howling, the dust was still thick. They didn't know how much longer it would take to get out of the desert, nor what dangers they would encounter.

But at this moment, the flame of hope was rekindled in their hearts...